September 11.
Time to commemorate – with a game. Again.
Alice rewrapped the bandage around her heart, knowing it might not contain her multiform grief. Sometimes it flashed, luminous, burning; other times it was nebulous, tickling.
She still remembered the day Frank had foisted his chess board upon her… and his deliberate blunder that swung the first game in her favor.
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #227;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘foist’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘luminous’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘commemorate’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘multiform’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘blunder’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #276
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
This is a delightful nibble of thought that makes me what the entire cake. Weaving 7 prompts into such few words while speaking volumes is a marvelous gift.
💙🙏🏻 Susie 🙏🏻💙