Hi! This is my entry about dailyprompt
In the dimly lit room, he sat in a worn chair, straining against the wind. His fingers tapped anxiously on the fingers as they handled the difficult situation based on instinct and experience. Each time he decided, he drove by the seat of his pants, the bars high and the sides narrow. A quiet conversation filled the room, but he kept focused, guided not by a well-planned plan but by the feelings of countless well-planned trials from time to time the decisive moment approaching, he tightened his grip on the reading, the seat of his pants dictating the path he would take in this high-stakes game of strategy.