Clearing my head I began looking around. Three pawns and a rook lay near me on our bedchamber floor.
Palms to my eyes only made it worse. I tried to command consciousness to return.
I remembered four nights ago meeting Amelia. Actually Chadwick had seen her first. She was gorgeous. Instantly she became the object of our affections; another rivalry.
For the last 19 years we had been both striving to acquire the same things. Mother had tried to stop the competition; but Father had said what didn’t kill us would make us stronger.
A normal competition: best two out of three. The one worthy to escort Amelia to the King’s Ball would have to show financial stability- Double Attack Black Jack, athletic prowess- Around the World: Darts, and intellectual acuity- Chess.
A tie score: the chess showdown.
“Chadwick! Delwyn! Amelia is here!” Father was downstairs.
Puzzled, I looked at my stained hands. “What was I doing with this dagger?”
Written for Flash! Friday (My first entry) 160 words