stories

Chess mates

He taught me how to play chess when I was 5. We would sit quiet for long minutes, him, waiting for my move, while I was lost in my thoughts. After a while, he would ask “are you ready” and of course I wasn’t, so he would take my queen and make the best damn move so I would win. Checkmate.

Chess mates

Friends in Time

I was thinking about distracting B by telling her the story of my friend who found a naughty squirrel in his house, stuffed it in a bag, and drove it all the way to Cypres Hill in Brooklyn to release her, because he liked the band called Cypress Hill.

Friends in Time