He sat with the sealskin folded in his grip, idly rubbing it with a thumb as it rested in his lap.
He remembered the day it fell into his possession ~ still clear and sharp in his mind’s eye ~ the gentle sway of her hips, the nuanced play of her hair on the sea breeze, her lithe, supple body erect before him.
Time… had not been kind.
“Your move, Alice.“ He slid the bishop nonchalantly across the board, daring her to capture it with her knight as he positioned it neatly across from her queen. She bit her lip and swallowed back the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. ~~~