Playtime Posted by hrh66 0 She couldn’t look under the bed again, nor stop shaking. It was there still, just waiting for the right moment, her wrong move. A game of chess, rolling dice, life and death, time to play. AdvertisementShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...