By Louis Kummerer
She places the tiles O-U at the end of B-A-Y down. She adds 10 points to her score sheet, smiles and winks at him. He smiles back, floating on the warm glow she brings to his apartment.
He purses his lips and ponders the tiles in his rack. He can use the O she just put down to make H-O-V-E-R, with the R on a triple word score space: 33 points. Instead, he uses his L to make L-O-V-E.
She adds 7 points to his score sheet, then draws a smiley face beside it, knowing that she will win this game.
Scrabble is a ruthless game. This seems a gentle alternative.
He’s a romantic. Nice tale.
This is C-L-E-V-E-R. And so is he
Your comment is clever too.
Love this: “He smiles back, floating on the warm glow she brings to his apartment”
lovely!
Charming!
She won! Nice story.
Loved it! Made me smile… 🙂
Sweet.
A 101-word tragedy.
Who really won? Smart dude. Very nicely done.