Surrealism Viii

I was focused on the chess board Eileen is an unbeatable opponent I could not tell her anything About my feeling for her A feeling As old as the game itself Chess is the game of life My life game A male was standing around our table With a persisting smile His eyes were solidified around Eileen As I tried to move My bishop To a check mate Eileen asked me if we can Postpone the game She has a neck pain She left and vanished with our table host.