“I'm alone, stranded on a desert island, please send help!”
Wilson, Castaway* #quote
Today I pet one of our dogs. With a dog it's usually you who has to
walk away since many dogs are fine with being pet all day and night.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Game Loved And Lost
Little Bradley loved tic-tac-toe. It hooked the little boy in an
instant because of the analytical nature of the boy. He kept losing
to the adults though. He wanted to master his favorite game that sort
of became a craze of his. Like those usual phases of interests kids
go through that parents have to pay attention to so they buy them the
right action figures at Christmas.
Bradley looked up the game on the Internet and learned a fact he
didn't expect. You could master tic-tac-toe. Make it so that you
could never, ever lose. Only win or draw. A strange diagram
illustrated how it worked with all the combinations of the game. He
observed the diagram closely with his little eyes and studied it. If
children weren’t so adept at collecting information they cared
about it probably would have went over his head. (If only children
could care about school and absorb it just as easily. Even the ones
that try can't make it stick as much as a hobby. The human brain does
seem to hate itself.)
After many weeks of figuring out tic-tac-toe and the diagram he
mastered the game. He beat every adult or came to a tie. He became
quite the master of the game he loved. Though then nobody wanted to
play with him. Bradley asked people to play, new people, but it soon
became common knowledge that he learned the game. It became at most a
bragging right as people said, “Hey, it's the kid that learned all
the combinations of tic-tac-toe!” It wasn't exactly the best
bragging right to have, even at that age. He enjoyed his mastery
shortly but hated the loss of his favorite game.
In a few short years though, the bright, analytic kid would discover
chess.
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