SCIENCE FICTION
I am the King of War!
War isn’t a game, or is it?
Megan turned over a Jack. “Top that,” she gloated at her big brother, confident the odds were with her for once.
“Okay,” said Tim laying down a Queen and flashing his annoying grin before sweeping up the two cards and adding them to the bottom of his deck.
Megan sighed. She was losing again. It felt like all she ever did was lose. War was a game of pure chance. Unlike all the other times when her big brother really did have an advantage due to age, size, and strength, she really shouldn’t be losing this often.
They each laid down their next cards: matching eights. “War!” they shouted simultaneously. Now it was a little interesting. The rules of the game required each player to place two cards face down on top of their original card. A final card would be placed face up and the highest of those two cards would determine the winner of all eight cards on the table.
Megan peeked at her facedown cards before placing them on the table. She groaned inwardly. One of her precious kings was trapped where he couldn’t do her any good. She couldn’t afford to lose this one. Tim smiled as he placed his facedown cards.
“Ready to lose?” he taunted. “I am the best at war ever.”
