Bob's Life #3

The slot waited. I stood motionless before the cold metal dial, holding the brass coin steady against my folded side. Night had quieted the room. Two deep breaths. Then, inch by inch, I lined up the edge with the slit and pressed. Clink. It slid down deep. Gripping the crank with both arms, I leaned my weight into it until it gave a sharp, metallic snap. Below, down the chute, a clear geometric sphere rolled into the tray, carrying a tiny folded foil pyramid within. My treasure is changed now. But it is still mine.