The Game

They put their quarter in and watch me turn on. Their ball propels off my walls, works its way around my holes and hits my boundaries.

I feel their determination and watch them— their tongue hangs out, they press their body into my steel and beads of sweat line their brow. Most… give up quickly.

However, those carful and patient reap their rewards as they receive extra points from hitting the right spots and lighting up the entire circuit. Some even get extra balls to keep me turned on for another round.

It’s fun but… the game always ends, they walk away and the lights go dark until the next player comes along and attempts to light me up.