Tuesday, November 15, 2005

battle of charlie's field

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)

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