Snake Charmer

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She was born in the year of the Cock –though she preferred to say Rooster.  They sat there playing chess in the dark because the storm had knocked out the electricity and neither could be bothered to get up and light a candle.  She moved her queen’s pawn two spaces forward.

I got offered a promotion today.”  She said after officially letting go of her piece.

He didn’t lift his head, but his fingers went back and forth between his bishop and his rook.  “Did you now?”  He finally chose the rook.

“Yes, but they want me to move to Portland.”  She said as she brought her bishop out to stand watch on his king.

“I can’t move to Portland.”  He said still not looking up as he captured her pawn.

“I know,” she said.  Slowly she slid her queen out to guard the other side.  His queen was gone.  He had no protection.

“I’m going by myself.”

She couldn’t see his face in the dark. He knew she wanted to scream at him.  Maybe she wanted to say she knew about the girls.  Maybe she knew what he did to them.  But she moved her queen quietly forward, and simply said, “Checkmate” before she got up from the table to pack.

“I’ll help you.”

He was born in the year of the Snake; a natural predator.

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About Ryn Cricket

When I talk to people, I always hear, "I always wanted to do that," or "You're so lucky!" I NEVER want to be the person who says those things. I am not lucky, I make things work. I don't think "I want to do that." I do it. When I was in the seventh grade I wanted to do three things when she grew up, I wanted to be an English teacher, a writer and a mother. All of that traveling, adventure, and Peace Corps was just research for what was to come. After more than twenty years of being told I would never be able to have children, I had two beautiful baby girls, a year and a half apart. I spend some of my time teaching English in Shanghai, China, and the rest of my time, inspiring my two little girls, or being inspired by writing at the writers’ workshop I call “home.”

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