Love: Let’s play a game.
Insecure: But, what if I lose. I’d be devastated…
Ferocity: Shut up! Stop whining.
Ego: I am not playing games.
Love: Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! Making plans, taking risks, learning logic…
Ferocity: Just do it already.
Insecure: Wait, wait… what are we playing?
Love: How about the game of life?
Love: Then, what would you like to play?
Ego: Fine, fine, life it is.
Love: I’ll be the banker.
Ego: Why you?
Love: Do you want to do it?
Love: Well, does anybody else want to do it?
Insecure: I don’t know… I don’t think I can…
Ferocity: Can we just get on with it!?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Perfect Game.”
“You’re set to play poker (or Scrabble or something else . . .) with a group of four. Write a story set during this game. Or, describe the ideal match: the players, the relationships — and the hidden rivalries.”