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The candle flickers in dusky light. Owl song haunts the air. He feels the falling night thrilling in his chest.
The pungent aroma of his offering floods his mind and senses.
Focusing on the flame, he reaches into it with his mind, and finding the portal-key, he flips it open. Light floods his workshop, illuminating the debris of a thousand spells. Quickly, he gathers his etheric self and steps through.
“Hello, Old Man!” Dylan’s bright young face smiles in recognition from inside the glass cage. “Let’s have your ticket, then.”
He hands his precious ticket through the small square, cut in the glass. Dylan snips one of the remaining blocks with a hand held device.
“You must be very happy, Old Man! Your Team looks to have a chance at the World Series, this year!”
He nods, fixing what he hopes is an amiable expression on his face.
Negotiating the darkened corridor, he is intercepted by the Burly Man. “Mr Merlin. Same deal, the score is on the card.” The strap of a bulging satchel and a small white square of card are pushed into his hand.
Looking down at the card he reads ‘Detroit Tigers – 9, Chicago Cubs – 3’.
200 word stories © Kim Magennis 2018
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