Holy Fool

Charlie ran the dime around in his hand, the soda pop machine had beat him before but he was determined this time.  Pinching the coin between thumb and index finger he deftly flicked it into the monstrous slot, taking the odds.

Rattle, Clunk, Chink then silence.  

Charlie pressed the button.  

Whizz, rattle, clunk then nothing.  

Charlie's shoulders shrunk and as he began to turn he caught a glimpse of something glistening on the ground, it was a shiny rock.