Flash Fiction: Grandmaster

She’s a marvel.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you see her skill? She’s beaten the Grandmaster himself, at his own game, at the tender age of fourteen. She was taken from the dark streets, where no one cared about her. We discovered her, and trained her. This is the potential of The Academy. Now, ladies and gentlemen of the board, I know that you find her most interesting. She is indeed our prized pupil. However, you do know that running this institute is by no means an inexpensive affair. I request a generous boost in our funding. It is not everyday that you see a kid beat a grandmaster cleanly at chess.

Moving the pieces entirely with her mind, no less…


Prompt:

#MenageMonday! Week 2 x 23

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