The Missing Queen

To say that I was delighted is an understatement. Ecstatic was more like it. But let me start from the beginning.

The    Missing    Queen
One sunny afternoon we sat on a park bench watching the world passing by. We were looking at some old men playing chess. A chessboard was drawn on a large empty space and they were moving giant chess pieces around with great concentration. I stretched lazily. “You know I want to become rich and famous ” I announced. Yitzy looked up. “How are you going to do that?” “I don’t know but I want it. Famous what can I do to become famous?” We were both stumped watching the chess game. “What if ” I pondered “what if I steal something?” 

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