Tag: Bishop

the bishop (2/4)

“The idiots always spoil…” Bishop speaks on his phone while crossing the street “ These brats only step up to get themselves killed..”

The lane is dark except for the cigar lit by him. Being a bishop, his senses detected a stalker in a dark coat. The image zig-zagged the motion to remain hideous.

He trashed the cigar and aimed his revolver into the thick air,

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Now, make your excuse freaking reasonable…” he waited for few seconds.

“I am…not here to kill you..”

“That ain’t reasonable for a stalker…”

“I..uh just want to meet you alone.”

“Then get your shady face into the light, will you ?”

The sight of a sharp nose and with a round belly, a man in 30’s witnessed before the Bishop.

“Well, this goes in one way. Say and leave in three minutes, okay… ”

“Yeah..” he continued, “The game is going down. I don’t know when but it will happen within a week. Though the politics is a gamble, It was the step taken to change the traditional perspective. There are orders to kill every player…” he began to explain his words,

“Careful now, Cowboy,” Bishop says, while the man reaches for his pockets. He takes a parcel and gives it to the bishop.

“I came to knew that you’re the only person to turn the events…”

“Time’s up, fellow. Keep walking…”

The man knew well enough that no one ever made the bishop to say twice. While he is leaving,

“The tomorrow is our enemy, bishop.”

Bishop began to walk with a parcel in his hands and swirling thoughts inside the head. He opened the parcel and saw the image of the two bosses in a bar.

“It is impossible, unless…”

Bishop never thought that the kings would make their own arrangements.

 

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the bishop (1/4)

The bishop locked himself in the way of my queen, with the support of a pawn. The young guard is happy that he was tempted for a certain victory. He even forgot my thirty years of experience to tackle such situations and,

“There you go…Nice move, isn’t it ?”

To my defense, I was a little preoccupied with a thought. Chess is a game of patience. I know that he holds a leverage but I highly doubt that he can withstand the power.

On the evening of March the 8th and at the age of seventy, I sat playing chess with an amateur.

“Do you want to know about a Bishop in my real life ?”

“No…Now, you can’t trick with your stories…” he said, making a hand sign to make my move.

I told him one on our second game and my victory brought some complaints.

After seven minutes, when the timer between the moves took more than two minutes…

“A bishop, huh…” He looked at me.

Well, I couldn’t blame him as he probably never heard a story about a bishop.

“What do you about him..?” I pointed to his Bishop.

“It…ahh…. moves across and kills whatever, it can…”

“Yes, it is rather unused by many players but it is one of the most powerful players in the game…”

“I don’t understand..”

“Whatever the situation that he may face, he would never step out of his reasons. Either the black or the white, no one can intimidate him…”

“How did you met him..?”

“It was not exactly an official introduction. When I was of your age, the bishop almost got me killed…”

“Is it…?” His hand went under his chin,

“So, what did the majesty call his bishop…?”

I could see that he is calling my bluff but I decided to proceed anyway,

“Cristian Mihai…”

 

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