He played his pieces well, I'll give him that. Proper opening with five murders that looked like seemingly random suicides, followed by a apparent break in his defence that only led me into a dead end. Move after move. Kill after kill. He had his endgame planned out. Had. I found a flaw in his strategy. Now he is desperately moving pieces to trap me in a corner. He ended his turn. Now it's my move. November contest prompt Word count: 1000All Rights Reserved