The Master of Chess
“A Zugzwang!” – exclaimed Grandpa. “So it seems” mused the other old man. He laid his over-sized black-framed glasses down on the floor and turned to me with a grandfatherly smile. “Your Grandpa will be stuck for a while.” He turned towards the old chess board again and gazed at it for a while before smiling back at me. “Do you know what a Zugzwang is?” I nodded my ignorance. His grin became wider, and those stained yellow teeth, by themselves, were grinning at me now. ...