It all began when little Tommy muttered the word “checkmate”.
“That’s impossible.” His opponent said. Immediately, Tommy’s mom placed a protective arm around Tommy. “You beat me in less than ten moves. How did you do that?” Tommy stared at the man. He didn’t know the answer. In fact, he had never played chess before. He had only known to say checkmate by watching Harry Potter.
“I think it’s time for us to be going.” Tommy’s mom said, leading Tommy away from the table.
Three days later, there was a knock on the door. Tommy’s mom opened the door to find a woman and a man in sunglasses and suits standing on the other side of the door. “May I help you?”
“Are you Tommy’s mother?” The woman asked. Tommy’s mom stared at her, too terrified to answer. The woman handed her a card. A card which contained one word, “Phoenix”. “We think Tommy would be a great asset for our organization.” The woman said. “Ask him to give us a call when he’s ready.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.