Aug 19, 2017
♙
♙ to play chess with my muse
Nice rested his head on his hand, grinning at his opponent instead of looking at the chessboard. He was a developing a proper bishop and knight checkmate, and it was basically all going to fall into place with this final move. It was simple enough to take advantage of the weak light squares surrounding Art’s castle once Nice had taken his fianchetto bishop, and now it was about time to finish things off.
Art always got too single-minded when he got close to checkmate, and he left himself wide open.
Nice moved his bishop into its final, aggressive position.
“Checkmate.”