A man looks death in the face, literally. He's playing Chinese Checkers waiting for a class of Tai Chi to finish when there is an image approaching him, beckoning, ominous and strange. Transitioning seamlessly from reality and dream, this story was on one level disturbing but on another level, not altogether very interesting to me. I wanted to like it but I couldn't get there. I re-read the ending several times and I still feel like the story was somehow incomplete despite the vivid descriptions.
Oh well, it was still worth the read I suppose. But now, on to the next story.