Peter

Pinky. Ring. Middle. Pointer. The silver coin rolled over knuckles with a fluid motion.
He had let the boy hold the heavy metal coin for a moment before it started.Was it the glint of light or just the speed of the old hand that drew him? “Wow, how’d you..?”
Pinky. Ring. Middle. Pointer. And back. Middle. Ring. Pinky. Ring. Middle. Pointer. The boy’s head moved as he watched. The man answered, “Huh, yeah, I know.”