My short story, Album, is up at MidAmerican Fiction and Photography.

Here’s a brief excerpt:

I wonder what I can get at the prize booth for my 37 ski-ball points.  There’s not much you can get these days for 37 points – but another seven and the rubber spider ring is mine.  And I see her standing in front of a funky-looking, ancient machine, definitely from the 50’s – checking it out.  She puts a buck in and tugs on this incredibly-difficult-to-pull stamper.  The thing stamps out whatever you type onto a tiny metal Lucky Key Chain, embossed with horse shoes and four leaf clovers.  She stamps something out, knowing she can’t go back and make changes.  If she makes a mistake, it’s set in there.  It plops into the dispenser and she hands it to me: