Sitting in the hushed audience, Gale fixed her eyes on the raised stage. Her twelve year old son was playing the final chess match against a forty-five year man who was the reigning champion.
There are worse thing he could be addicted too, Gale thought once more, computer games, junk food…drugs…
Her heart skipped a beat and she prayed that never happened. Focusing back on the tournament which seemed to be going well, Gale felt a swell of pride of her little genius.
Half an hour later, Gale’s son won. She stood up with the rest of the crowd, clapping and cheering.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/10/31/2-november-2018/ with thanks).
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