Eddie pried open the silver plate mouth engraved with ‘5 cents’ and jammed his fingers up into the shaft of the bubblegum machine. His chubby digits wiggled furiously as he tried to dislodge the blockage, but nothing budged, nothing wanted out. Weaving his free hand around the back of the square canister he gave it a firm yank and pulled it forward from its perch. With a gentle blow he unsettled the layer of dust accumulating behind it revealing a small chamois pouch. He picked up his little find and carefully lowered the machine back into its accustomed place. His fingers delighted in exploring its velvety softness. It bore a pale fawn colour and gave off an unfamiliar smell. Eddie gave the little pouch an expectant shake, and it quickly responded with a thin metallic ring. Two loops gathered at the top un-threaded easily, revealing the prize inside. A handful of silver coin was exposed. Eddie examined the coins’ buffalo detail carefully. He wasn’t sure if it was a buffalo or bison. He didn’t really know the difference. He counted them out on the bench below. There were twelve, not all shiny but definitely all old. Full of delight, Eddie skipped off clutching his prize and easily forgot his earlier excitement and find, leaving the red, green, blue, yellow, and white gumballs still encased and irretrievable, or so he thought. 5 minutes writing prompt: photo above
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