With difficulty he sat down on the old, green plastic chair. He leaned against it and watched the sky. It had been a nice day. The sun was almost set, clouds as white as snow hunted across the deep blue sky. His face drawn by age was hit by a lonesome, golden sunbeam. He blinked and pushed his hat over his face. His white hair glowed in the light and his glasses flashed. He closed his eyes and smiled towards the sunset.
Some time later, he bent down and took an old wooden chest out of his bag. It was cracked, the colours were faded. The content clattered against the wood as he placed the chest on the table. He opened the cover and put it in the middle of the table. He layed his hand on the board and brushed with his thumb over the colour changing surface.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and emptied the box. He laughed to himself, smirked. His eyes flashed happily. Laugh lines played around his mouth. Cleverly, he put the figures in their places. As he finished, he folded his hands .
He waited.
After a while he shoved his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a silver watch. He looked at the dial, anxiously, when he heard a voice: "Should we start?" The man chuckled and put his clock back. "I thought, you don't come anymore." he said and looked up.
A woman sat opposite him, her silver curls fell in her face. Wrinkles drew her face, but her blue eyes were full of youth. " No way I would miss our evening." she replied. With these words a figure was pushed forward. He reacted and his statue too found its place.
"Tell me something from the life." she asked him. He cleared his throat, his hand stood still over the board briefly, then he grabbed one of the Wooden and pulled him over the whole board. "Oh, you know, I can see the sun rising each morning, how she expells the world from the shadows. When I go for a walk in the park, I can see the colours of the flowers. Each time, I'm thinking about what flower you could love. I brought you one."
With these words, he handed her a blue flower. She took it, ran her thumb over the bottom of the petals and smelled it. She layed it down next to the board. "Certainly, it is truly beautiful." she whispered. " She is. Everytime I look at her, I can feel the love I have for her." he answered. "That is the worst compliment you have ever made." she laughed. He smiled. "Tell me more" she said and wiped the tears out of her eyes.
"At the park, I always sit down on a bench and watch the birds flying. All the time I have to think of you. How free they are." So it went on. Both of them made their moves, he told her about life, she laughed, she cried, she laughed, she was happy about everything. Suddenly, there were only three figures left on the board.
"Our time is coming to an end" she said. She touched her figure; it fell. " Until next time, my love." he whispered. He leant back, thinking about his day, his moves and how he built up this trap.
He started laughing. He laughed while tears ran down his cheeks and he looked at the last picture of his wife before her death. A blue flower lay beside it and the fallen Queen on the board.
Alone, the old man sat every evening in the sunset and waited for the end of all days.
