Here's a piece of flash fiction for you. It's about Edinburgh, psychogeography, chess, and a few other things.
Gambit
Brian intended to turn into Wendy at the Camera Obscura at noon. Leaving the pawn shop, the old trouble returned: after two blocks he compulsively veered off at the next left. Then he jaywalked diagonally across Holy Corner, nearly colliding with a churchman in full robes.
The shadow of a great black bird fell across him. Brian knew evasive moves were called for, but the Castle now loomed ahead, blocking his path.
He was trapped. His only option was to knock over a Greene King. Taking a deep breath, he made a beeline for the bar at the World’s End.
© Seán Martin 2020
