The Game of LifeThe Game of Life By Kate Whitmire Inspired by J. Whitmire, A Story to Accompany a Work of Art---- I hadn't seen Death in a while. We're old friends, really...I guess you could say that. He just dropped in out of the blue, looking dismal as ever. At first I thought my eyes betrayed me. His dark cloak flapped in the raging Artic gale as he materialized over the turbid waters of the black ocean, a shadow mist with that singular unforgettable bipedal form called "human." He approached me. I felt his gaze, despite the hollowed eye sockets. His boney hand gestured to a slab of ice where there was now a complete chess
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