A Conclusive Argument

‘I can’t find any enjoyment in anything,’ sighed Harry.

‘You take things too seriously,’ replied Pete. ‘Life’s a game!’

‘You’re right, of course,’ acknowledged Harry.

The next day Pete came to visit again.; In the middle of the coffee table sat the chessboard.

The white king lay on its side.

A story-in-exactly-fifty-words exercise. Oddly enough, I had to pad it out by 24 words in the end.