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Hannah and Benedict sat on the floor of her bedroom playing chess outside it was raining hitting against the windows your move Hannah said Benedict moved his pawn forward Hannah's mother(Mrs Scot) walked along the passage by the open door whit ur ye daein? playing chess Hannah said wa haur? Mrs Scot asked where else? Hannah replied in th' dinnin room Mrs Scot said what's up? Benedict asked she wants us to play in the dinning room Hannah said oan th' table nae th' fluir Mrs Scot said firmly awe rite Maw Hannah said so Hannah picked up the chessboard carefully and carried it into the dinning room balancing the board so that the pieces were where they were Benedict followed behind hands in the pockets of his jeans Mrs Scot eyeing him with beady eyes her hair covered in a tartan headscarf Hannah set the board on the table and Benedict and she sat at the table to resume their game Mrs Scot walked off muttering to herself whose move? Benedict asked mine now Hannah said why couldn't we play on the floor of your room? he asked God knows Hannah replied as she moved her bishop along the black squares your king's in trouble Hannah said Benedict looked at the board and moved his pawn forward to block and protect his king Mrs Scot appeared in the doorway staring at them hoo lang ur ye gonnae be? she asked not long the way Benedict's playing why? Hannah said it has stopped rainin' sae ye can gang it Mrs Scot said Benedict gazed at Hannah then at Mrs Scot ok won't be long Hannah said Mrs Scot went off and Hannah moved her bishop and said checkmate Benedict looked at the board and saw that he was so there you are he said so do we have to go now? Hannah nodded her head yes it's best so she packed up the pieces and the game board   and took them to her room Benedict followed watching her as she put the game away then they walked to the door and went out into the morning air with Mrs Scot at the door giving them the dark stare.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
AFTER CHESS 1960
Hannah and Benedict sat on the floor of her bedroom playing chess outside it was raining hitting against the windows your move Hannah said Benedict moved his pawn forward Hannah's mother(Mrs Scot) walked along the passage by the open door whit ur ye daein? playing chess Hannah said wa haur? Mrs Scot asked where else? Hannah replied in th' dinnin room Mrs Scot said what's up? Benedict asked she wants us to play in the dinning room Hannah said oan th' table nae th' fluir Mrs Scot said firmly awe rite Maw Hannah said so Hannah picked up the chessboard carefully and carried it into the dinning room balancing the board so that the pieces were where they were Benedict followed behind hands in the pockets of his jeans Mrs Scot eyeing him with beady eyes her hair covered in a tartan headscarf Hannah set the board on the table and Benedict and she sat at the table to resume their game Mrs Scot walked off muttering to herself whose move? Benedict asked mine now Hannah said why couldn't we play on the floor of your room? he asked God knows Hannah replied as she moved her bishop along the black squares your king's in trouble Hannah said Benedict looked at the board and moved his pawn forward to block and protect his king Mrs Scot appeared in the doorway staring at them hoo lang ur ye gonnae be? she asked not long the way Benedict's playing why? Hannah said it has stopped rainin' sae ye can gang it Mrs Scot said Benedict gazed at Hannah then at Mrs Scot ok won't be long Hannah said Mrs Scot went off and Hannah moved her bishop and said checkmate Benedict looked at the board and saw that he was so there you are he said so do we have to go now? Hannah nodded her head yes it's best so she packed up the pieces and the game board   and took them to her room Benedict followed watching her as she put the game away then they walked to the door and went out into the morning air with Mrs Scot at the door giving them the dark stare.
A BOY AND GIRL AND A CHESS GAME AND HER MOTHER IN 1960 LONDON.
TerryCollett
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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