During November, I am participating in NaNoWriMo. I’m excited, but the challenge will take all my time and energy. Therefore, addicted though I am to Friday Fictioneers, I am unlikely to post anything until December. I shall miss you all, stories, comments and friendship! Don’t forget me!
Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold
Susan and her coach, Tibor, had struggled all evening with the chess problem.
“Judit could solve this,” sighed Susan.
Tibor shrugged. “She’s in bed. Besides, she’s only five. Do you think she’s better than I am?”
“I’m only twelve…” said Susan, slyly, and let the sentence hang.
“Well, do whatever you want.”
“That was a lovely dream,” Judit murmured as Susan woke her.
Downstairs she looked at the chessboard. Her eyes sparkled. She reached out and moved a knight, then yawned and snuggled against her sister. Her thumb went into her mouth.
Tibor stared. Judit had solved the problem.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word count: 99
Judit Polgar was the best female chess player of all time. She was an astonishing child prodigy, attaining Grandmaster ranking at an even younger age than Bobby Fischer had. She refused to play in women’s tournaments, holding that women were equal in intellect with men. She was eventually ranked within the top ten players in the world. She no longer plays competitive chess. Both Judit and her elder sister Susan (who also attained Grandmaster status) apparently enjoyed the discomfiture of male opponents who underestimated them…