Crispin looked at the board despairingly. There was nothing he could do. He had played into Franklin’s hands, and it was now just a matter of a few moves before inevitable defeat. He could cede the game now, but that was not Crispin’s way. If his late father had taught him anything, it was…
G Is For Games
Games rhymes with James. I like rhymes. But I don’t always like games. I can tolerate an occasional round of Monopoly, but I find my enthusiasm wanes after a while. I don’t mind chess either but only really against weaker opponents (of whom there are not many).