For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #187, based on the image above from shutterstock (hope you licensed this, buddy!). 110, I think it said. Under a minute.
“You fucking shitearse machine.” The air turned blue as the grandmaster sprang to his feet, sending his chair flying backwards into the soundproofed wall. Not done yet, he swept his fist over the board, upsetting every piece. “You fucking bastard”, he kicked out at the machine for good measure.
He knew immediately that he needed to calm down. He knew that his behaviour was unbecoming of a global personality. It’s just that… Gregor never lost!
His next reaction was base – a cigarette and a strong, black coffee, and he stormed backstage, to the vending machine, grimacing, “at least there are still some things fucking computers can’t do” as he plopped his quarter into the slot.
Mister Bump 
“at least there are still some things fucking computers can’t do”
Thank goodness for that! Excellent piece of flash! We were right there with sore loser Gregor. Nicely done, MB!
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Made me laugh. I looked back and he should even have needed to get his cigs from a machine, but… meh!
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Was a great way to end the story. Gave me a good lol moment, too!
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This made me laugh! The irony of getting his cigs from the machine and his anger at having been beaten. Nicely penned.
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thanks Bridgette
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Good one, Pete. I wonder how much longer there will still be things that “fucking computers” won’t be able to do.
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Ha! Don’t worry you’re not obsolete yet!
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Cracking first line my friend! 😁🖤
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Cracking ass!
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🤣🖤
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