Young Writers Echapters

You be the King
Phoebe Blakey
“It was only on windy days that Jimmy would pull out the chessboard and ask me about the meaning of life. He’d push the jam off to one side of the plate and eat them in succession: scone, jam, cream, scone, jam, cream – until Mother walked past and slapped his ear – ‘What the hell, James?’ …”