'Delta Crashes League Night and Becomes One with the Universe' by Jason M. Marak

Harbor Lanes is full of thunder. Delta doesn't roll, but she likes to work the flippers. For Delta, pinball is a psychological pursuit. Standing in front of Star Gazer, eyes glued to the flashing field, hips thrusting and shifting, it isn't about bonus lights or free game knocks. Targets rise and fall. It's how it's always been. There's the certainty of incidence and reflection. But there's dumb luck, too. Delta does her level best to influence and accept. Outside, cars go by. Signals change. Broadway traffic brakes and guns. Far above, randomness or alignment? Chaos or constellations? Delta knows. Both.