PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Unless you live in our ‘hood or do business in it, you avoid it. It’s a place that makes the news, which always tolls loss. It’s a place where you either huddle behind deadbolts or play hard in the streets. Few walk the middle ground.
Barry arrives at nine sharp and starts setting up his board. His now-gray hair ruffles in the breeze as he whistles, remembering the first time he stopped at the old men’s laughter; he’s one of the old men now. Jimmy arrives around nine-thirty. By noon, the table’s full and bystanders watch.
Chess is life here.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host with the most of Friday Fictioneers.