Rudolph Gram was playing horseshoes when he felt a twinge. Another practitioner was near!
He tracked the man down. It turned out to be his old nemesis, Hans Alvern of Bavaria.
The two sorcerers glared at each other across a Kansas corn field.
“Your foul worship ends here.”
“I do as I will. I am the Key and the Gateway.”
The world wasn’t big enough for these two ancient men.
Their battle lit up the midnight skies. When the dust settled there was a crater a mile wide, and the scent of popcorn stained the town for months to come.
published in FlashShot (2005)