Imogen — Herbet Gustave Schmalz(1856~1935)

How the room opened beneath her eyes. Hurry. Everything would be taken sooner or later. A pawn for a knight. A rook for a pawn. By and by the kings shuffle in their dappled robes, pondering. Hither and thither the queens fly, twirling across the room in a gust.

And yet queens are so easily pinned, and the game ends when the king realises his worth. Just as how a civilisation will drift in the storm before it finally dissipates. Just as how a person’s destiny will eventually be gone with the wind.

Anastasia Romanov was not interested in chess.



Vincent Chang

Melburnian high school student | owner of The Afterglow Publication | lover of all things literary |