
Fate looked over the black and red squares of the board. There were few pieces left. Too few.
From the other side, Destiny smiled. In this vertiginous, nowhere place she was as close as a swinging fist, but clouded also by the haze of distance.
Well, what will it be? She asked. A cataclysm here? A reckoning there? You know that for them it is futile. You know that everybody dies in the end.
The hell it is. Fate replied. I'm still here. And while I am, there's hope.
And with that she placed her hand on the nearest piece.
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This week's prompt is to use the following words in the post:
red, haze, destiny, black, futile


Comments: 16
Thank you Sue.
I'm flattered Marge.
Thank you too Marianne.
You said it better in 14 words, Judi, rather than my 100.
Thanks Tinch. I'm honoured.
Thank you too Sheila. It was a chess game in my mind as well... until I realised that black and red squares meant draughts.
Thanks Dena. I felt that anthropomorphising Fate and Destiny, and having them in contention with each other, would provide a powerful image for the drabble. Never mind that they're effectively the same thing...
Thank you Alison.