Touch Move by Peter Mayshle

 


Stories commonly have moral lessons or a plot for all ages. “Touch move” written by Peter Mayshle has an explicit topic and starts with a person and Roman playing chess.

The story begins were the siblings are playing chess. The queen chess piece is the most privileged piece of each color it represents females in a society. As they were playing chess Roman’s brother started telling story about a woman on what he experienced in the night of August when typhoon is whipping down and got Roman distracted in the game. This literary work wants to us to know that innocence could help you to walk straightly to your aim but curiosity could be your distraction but in the end as you realize and applied wisdom it would lead you to the right path.

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