the man who lost everything-2

Those days were not the days where technology was so advanced. Correspondence chess was at its height of popularity. Although chess tournaments were held at regular intervals.

Jill sat down on the chair and started setting the pieces. The board had a few fainted corners of the dark squares, but at the moment it didn't matter. The kings stood boldly against each other with fascinating crosses on their heads. The room was silent as ever , the constant sound of the rotating fan could be heard. He used to be feared at the local championships , long times ago. Now he wondered even if anyone knew him there. He used to read in the papers about the championships going on and the winners. He sometimes used to tell his son how he had made a piece sacrifice on the king side and beaten the champion in the top table. But today he felt like he had something in him that he could give to this noble game. 

Suddenly his eye caught the calendar. Today his son and his wife would be travelling to Paris from London. He knew he would see them again in exactly 20 days from today. He played some vague moves on the board and then wandered away into the town to buy groceries. He had to cook himself. His whole day was then spent preparing for the presentation which he had to give in the office the day after. His boss had promised him a promotion if he could have get the party coming the day after interested in investing in the company. He had found out all the reasons why other companies would like to invest in the company and was prepared for the cross questioning also. He thought he had done all he could to prepare for the presentation. His room was filled of the prizes and trophies given by his office. He slept for a while in afternoon. He woke up around three hours later and then freshened up a bit. Then he thought that he could clean his son's room just to pass some time. When he was at the junction of his room and his son's he saw the board again and he stood still. For a few minutes nothing moved. The board was still set up as he had left it. He had almost forgot everything about the board. He saw the position , just for the sake of calculating he tried to calculate some forced wins for white. He sat down but didn't move a piece. Just waited for something to click in his mind. He thought about the obvious moves first, then looked for some moves which were hard to see. Then without touching the board he got up to make a cup of coffee. He had lost the track of time, so he looked up to the clock and suddenly something caught his eye on the board.

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