The Chessmaster slumped in disbelief. "I've been beaten," he whispered. He stood up, staring blankly, and removed his cloak. Underneath the imposing outer garment was a shrivelled pink body. A fleece of white hair, like candy floss, sprouted from his drooping chest and round pot belly, and two long knee surgery scars marked his feeble... Continue Reading →
The Curse of Gary (Part 74)
