The Game

The board rested on a plane of clouds, far above the emptiness that lurked below. A light without origin shone on the polished board. On some of the black and white squares that lay on the board rested pieces of elegant and exotic, yet simple designs. The objects were blue and red, but only in the broadest sense. Each piece had unique hue and character as well as shape. Each one also held power that had to be discovered, abilities that were to be learned and exploited in order to win. Some held sway over others by power; more held control by cunning. Yet one thing they all had in common; all were cold and dark and none moved on its own, save one. This one piece burned with an inner flame that no other possessed, and this one alone could move of its own will. For this reason it was feared.

They called it Man.


Inspired by a piece of art called The Game.
Dedicated to all those who think they’ve got the game of life figured out.