Murdoch sat near the fireplace and watched as his sons played
a game of chess, dark and blond head bowed over the table,
eagerly discussing the rules.
Murdoch smiled happily. Once he had thought he loved his land
more than everything God had created.
How could he have been so sure – and so wrong?
Becky W., February 2009
PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT
Thank you for reading! The authors listed on this site spend many hours writing stories for your enjoyment, and their only reward is the feedback you leave. So please take a moment to leave a comment. Even the simplest ‘I liked this!” can make all the difference to an author and encourage them to keep writing and posting their stories here. You can comment in the ‘reply’ box below or email BeckyW directly.