Feed The Machine
Premise (from the Gotham Writers Be a Hero contest): write a story in 50 words about a hero
He demonstrates how to use the machine, pouring cheap soap over delicate clothing. She puts her quarters in the slots. One stands empty.
He stoops, straightens, hands her a quarter. She dropped it, he says. Her eyes glisten. He returns to his attendant’s chair, his pocket jingling as he sits.