The old man turned the coin over and over between his fingers, squinting down at it. “Yep, that’s the one. Where’d you find it?”
"In an old shoebox in the attic. Mom said not to go up there but there’s a lot of neat stuff—”
“Yeah, a lot of it was mine. Now I get the nursing home,” he muttered, disgusted.
“So what did you want it for? The coin I mean.”
A toothy grin crept onto the old man’s face. He leaned down and spun the coin on its edge. It was already glowing when he said, “Watch this.”