‘Who will play first?’ the old lady asked.
‘The one who comes up with the highest number on the dice,’ the girl said.
The old lady nodded in agreement. ‘Bring the board,’ she said.
The little girl moved towards the corner of the room, dimly lit with spider webs at the edges. The rack was dusty, like no one had visited the place in ages.
‘Ha….shooo,’ the little girl sneezed and rubbed her eyes.
The metal board was heavy and had numbers from one to hundred carved over the surface with tiny little squares. The little girl hadn’t seen it before and wondered how the game is played. She knew a little about the dice which was used in the game.
She walked back to the place where the old lady was seated. The place was bright with the rays of the newly awaken sun entering through the windows.
‘You roll the dice first, Ma,’ the little girl said, grabbing the glass dice from the pocket and handing it to the lady.
‘Do you know the rules of the game, Arki?’ the old lady asked.
‘I know about the dice,’ she said.
The old lady wiped the board and it shone like a fine piece of metal. The little girl’s eyes widened by the sight.
‘Is it true, is it true?’ she asked anxiously.
‘Yes it is,’ the old lady replied. ‘The game is run by magic,’ she added.