Picture from The Gold Rush Amusement Arcade, Great Yarmouth by Adam Hulewicz on Google Maps
The Gold Rush
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
‘Bad penny.’ Rupert scowled as his coin rolled the wrong way. ‘Bad!’ He tried again and again, got more excited with each penny until he threw a handful of them at the machine and laughed.
‘Hey, Rupert, hey.’ His mum smiled as she picked up the scattering coins.
Pushing his forehead into the glass, Rupert rocked himself.
‘Oi! No rocking the machines!’ Shaking two fat fists, the tattooed man stomped out of the Change kiosk. ‘I said enough!’ He shoved Rupert away from the Two Penny Waterfall.
Rupert’s mother gasped as her son thumped onto his backside. ‘You baboon! Can’t you see he’s harmless?’
Eyes focussing on something only he could see, Rupert rocked like crazy.
‘Don’t you baboon me! No rocking the machines. Management rules!’ The man shoved Rupert’s mother towards the exit. ‘Now, hop it, before I lose it!’
‘Bad penny,’ snarled Rupert, hurtling toward the man. ‘Bad!’
The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt.