Daily story, April 11, 2025

She had put one of those funny foreign coins in the pinball table, and it must have been worth more than she thought, because she was getting game after game. She was meant to meet her parents at the cafe soon, and every time the ball went down the drain she hoped that it was over just as much as she hoped it would carry on. When you hoped for two opposite things, you ought to be happy with whatever you got, but somehow she was always disappointed. She hammered at the flippers as another ball went down. It had been forty minutes, and she wasn’t getting any better.