My hands are clasped below my chin. My eyes rest on a board of squares.
The Black knight sweeps in imaginary arcs. I extend a finger to position him near White’s castle. “Check,” I say and my opponent sighs.
Whispers and murmurs pass through the crowd.
The 14-year-old boy opposite me tips his king.
I extend my hand for a shake, then walk away. Our only connection, the last four hours spent locked in battle.