The Memory Painter

“Promise.” He flashed her an innocent smile and made his move. “Checkmate.”


She studied the board. He was still six moves ahead from taking her king, but it was clear he would win. “Okay. That was humiliating. I think I’m done for the day.”

“I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it.”

“Thanks but I’ve got plans.” She saw his crestfallen look. “The symphony,” she added.

“A date?”