Outside, her grandson Leo’s car pulled into the driveway. He was here to “help her clean up the hard drive.” But Eleanor had other plans.
Eleanor read it three times. Then she opened the game, chose the dragon layout, and whispered to the tiles: pch games mahjongg
The board cleared. The PCH victory fanfare played: a triumphant MIDI jingle that sounded like a carnival game from 1998. Outside, her grandson Leo’s car pulled into the driveway
“Alright, you little tiles,” Eleanor muttered, settling into her worn armchair. “Let’s have at it.” chose the dragon layout
The tiles rearranged. The white dragons appeared side by side, unobstructed.
“Oh, I see you, West Wind. Hiding under the flower tile. You think I forgot about you?”