006: A Game of Backgammon
"Rum?" He offered the bottle of Tuzemák across the backgammon-board. The gold sloshed about the bottle's insides.
I glanced at the clock. Three to midnight. Wind whipped rain against the windows. Chris de Burgh pulled through the last few words of 'Spanish Train', and one of the dogs started to snore. Two of my pieces were stuck on the wrong side of the board.
"What the hell." I leaned back, laughing, and pushed my glass towards him. "The world's ending anyway."
He grinned.
Written by: Katrine H.
I glanced at the clock. Three to midnight. Wind whipped rain against the windows. Chris de Burgh pulled through the last few words of 'Spanish Train', and one of the dogs started to snore. Two of my pieces were stuck on the wrong side of the board.
"What the hell." I leaned back, laughing, and pushed my glass towards him. "The world's ending anyway."
He grinned.
Written by: Katrine H.
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