This is a submission for Weekend Challenge: Passion Edition
What I Built
Last week my grandpa beat me at chess. Again. He slid his rook across the board, said absolutely nothing, and went to make tea. And I thought: this man just hit me with a tactic he's been setting up for eleven moves, and the only sound in the room was a kettle.
Meanwhile, on TV, a man kicked a ball two meters into an open net and a commentator screamed for thirty consecutive seconds, lost his voice, found it again, and thanked his mother.
That gap felt unfair. So I closed it.
