Gemotions

The world seemed to sharpen as David received the email. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes snapping open. Mr. Henderson, his chess master, had retired. No explanation. His departure, a swift, brutal checkmate. He'd looked forward to tomorrow, a critical game, a chance to win.

He stood abruptly, needing movement. His apartment felt too small, the air thick with unspoken questions. He paced, his mind a whirlwind of possibilities. A sudden, unpleasant heat spread through his body. His stomach churned.

He needed to understand the rules of this new game. He knew there was a reason, a complex sequence of moves, that he was missing. He just had to find it.