By the sea

“Found one!” Sean raced over the worn patterned carpet to where his brother was on his hands and knees, sweeping for coins underneath a mechanical grabbing game. They put the two pence piece in the slot together, thumbs touching, and watched as it bounced down and slid so it was flat. A wall within the machine moved backwards and forwards, pushing their coin, which in turn pushed others nearer the lip.

There was a metallic clatter as a couple spilled over to the second level.

“Go on!” urged Sam. If these coins pushed some over the next edge, they’d win and could keep playing. But the coins didn’t move far enough; they clung to the rim, defying gravity. Sam ran his hand along the trough below the machine. Nothing.

“Do you think dad’s got any?” Sean asked eventually.

They found him outside leaning on a railing in front of the stony beach. The white paint had flaked in several places so the black metal showed through.

“Dad?”

Craig turned around. His breath mixed with the smoke from his cigarette. “What do you think about staying here tonight, boys?”

“Yeah maybe,” Sam said, uncertainly.

“What about school?” asked Sean.

“School!” scoffed Craig, attempting a grin, but as he looked from one boy to the other he realised it wouldn’t work. She’d use this against him, like she did everything. That’s why he’d had to pick them up at the gates and say Karen had said he could see them. A white lie. But he had to take them home tonight. “Never mind.” He pulled out a couple of coins. “Put them in the change machine.”

“Thanks dad!”

Craig watched the boys charge back to the arcade, then turned to watch the waves breaking on the shore for a few more minutes, until they returned to tell him the money had run out.

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