Beads of perspiration started to appear on Danny’s forehead and there was a slightly visible twitching of his left eyelid.
“Hey, what’s the matter, Danny Boy?” Bruno asked, a sardonic grin on his face. “You got some nerve damage or something? Your eyelid is going a mile a minute over there.”
“Yeah, Bruno,” Danny said, “I tend to get a little nervous when someone’s pointing a piece at me. Why don’t you put that thing away so we can talk freely, man-to-man.”
“Man-to-man, huh? I gotta tell you, Danny Boy,” Bruno said, “you got some nerve, after what you done to Charlie Two Toes, to talk to me like that.”
“That’s me, Bruno,” Danny said. “I got nerves of steel. So either lose that piece or use it.”
Bruno stared at Danny for a few minutes and put down his piece. Now it was Danny’s turn to smile. “You just made the same mistake that Charlie Two Toes made last week, Bruno.”
Bruno realized too late the error he had made when he put his piece down. Danny reached for his piece, pointed it toward Bruno, and triumphantly said, “Checkmate.”
Enraged, Bruno swept his hand across the table, scattering the chess pieces all over the floor. “Damn you, Danny Boy,” Bruno shouted. “Playing a friendly game of chess with you is so fucking nerve-racking.”
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda has given us the word “nerve” and instructed us to use it any way we want.