This one is short, but I rather like it. Enjoy, and review if it strikes your fancy.
I met her in some shitty dive where the pork was average – good for the cook, boring for me. She introduced herself as Ángela Ajedrez.
Ajedrez. Chess. Just to be cliché, I asked her if she was a pawn, or a rook, or...
She smiled and sat down at my table. "Soy la reina," she said. I'm the queen.
I liked her. I didn't entirely trust her, which made me like her a little more. Or maybe it was the sex that made me like her more, since I don't really trust anybody. She was a woman unlike any I'd ever met: smart, sexy, and seemingly rather dangerous. We'd go for a stroll through the city streets, maybe buy some random bauble or dumb t-shirt, return to a hotel room, have a drink, fuck for a bit, and then chat about untraceable poisons and physics. She'd complain about how the deuchebags at work never let her go on any decent assignments. I told her she should come work for the CIA.
"The thing of it, ajedrecista," I said one night, sucking on a cigarette, "if you're good you can do whatever the fuck you want. And all you'll get is a slap on the wrist, if anything." I mimed a little slap. "Bad Sands."
Ajedrez. Chess. Conniving little bitch. Not so different from me, but there can only be one winner – and I don't play long, intricate games to have them end in a stalemate.
She saw me lying in the street. She approached and pulled me up
Check.
"See anything you like?" A kiss that just tastes of irony.
Bang.
"No."
Checkmate.