Josh moved slowly, eyes moving around and over the structure, looking for possibilities, advantages. Jaw clenched, right forefinger nervously stroking the adjoining thumb, a slight trace of steam rising off his head. Rick sat and stared, chewing on a hangnail.
His hand reached out tentatively then retreated, a slight shake of the head rejecting the proposed move.
Josh gently pushed on a piece, the tower threatening to topple. Heartbeat hammering in his ears, his hands working blind as his eyes refused to watch. Then a crash and pieces lying on the ground. Rick mouthed to Josh, “I win.”
Jenga’s intense.
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