Danny sat at the end of the table, his eyes almost level with the chessboard. Looking at the chessmen lined up on the squares, he watched his father and uncle alternately move their chessmen around the board, trying to grasp the strange manner in which each piece moved.
His father moved one of the pieces across the board and said “Checkmate!” He smiled and looked at Danny. “What did you think of that?” he asked.
Danny continued starting at the chessboard, saying nothing.
“Danny?” his father said. “I won!”
“Shh,” said Danny, intently watching a small spider crawling across the chessboard.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jeff Arnold.