When We Were Still Human

it as my bishop in the next game.”
“Fine with me,” the red player muttered. After an excruciating pause in contemplation, he moved his rook and took the blue player’s queen.
“It wasn’t his time yet!” she protested. She shot a demanding look to the green player, but he only shrugged.
“This game is just with a mundane set. None of these pieces will matter once he arrives.” He motioned to the white side of the board.
“You think he’ll come?” the red player asked.
The second man pointed to the blue knights. “Sister, you have the First and Second on the next game, correct?”
She nodded.
“Well.” He flexed his fingers and leaned closer to the board. “If we play this correctly, he will have no choice.”

About the Author
Vaughn Aaron Foster Jr. exists as a musician, writer, and mental health practitioner. He is also a host on the Vatic podcast. When he’s not playing music or hiking through state parks, you can probably find him hunting for stories and worlds where fantasy and reality collide.
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