We Dream of Space – Erin Entrada Kelly
The pinball machine didn’t steal Fitch Thomas’s quarter. Not really. But when one of the flippers is broken, there’s no point in playing. As soon as Fitch realized this, something sparked inside him. Something ugly and familiar. He stared at the slot where he’d sunk his quarter only moments before. Easy does it, Fitch. Just go to Mr. Hindley’s office and get your quarter back. No big deal. The blinking lights of the machine—Bright Star One, it was called—seemed out of place in the arcade today. Fitch looked around. He was one of the only people there.