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The voices grew louder and louder until the barkeep had to step in. “Take it outside boys. I will not have your drunken deviltry destroying this bar again.”
“Sorry, Boris,” both of the combatants pleaded in unison. They sounded as remorseful as they could when neither could stand upright by themselves.
“I’ve called your sons,” and with that the barkeep turned his back and returned to his patrons.
Locking arms, the troll and the wizard staggered to the nearby park and plopped on the curb.
“It’s not the same as the old days.”
“That’s for sure.”
“My son’s trying so hard to fit in here in York.”
“New York,” corrected the elderly troll. “We haven’t been in York for more than two hundred years.”
“It seems as only yesterday.”
“My son keeps telling me I have to acclimate… accept the new.” The troll smiled as his small joke.
“My son, Merlin, (May he make lore proud) says the same. No more public enchantments”
“What is the use of power is it is not feared?”
“Not the way of the New World.”
“I know. I can’t believe the only magic the son’s allow us to use now is that old game.” And with that they bold look each other in the eye and chant, “Rock..Paper..Scissors…Go!”
The wizard smiled and instantly the troll is standing, buck-naked, in Central Park.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This was a late entry. Thanks to all the community that participated in a timely manner. Your are greatly appreciated!
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2017: Week #3. Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create a 200 word (or less) flash fiction story.