My Cardboard Balcony

She Drank The Potion by Belinda Roddie She drank the potion and transformed into a girl not much more than thirteen years old. That way, she could pickpocket one or two taller men out of a few coins of gold. To be younger was both gift and curse, so she looked forward to aging yet again and taking a second chance for a beau and money, though stolen, to reinvent her livelihood. Slowly, however, the tonic surprisingly wore off, and while she aged at the same pace, her luck was rubbed away, and as gold disappeared, the bile rose in her throat. Not even a small joy could be found in a lovesick puppy boy.

A toaster? A toaster? I up my sales quota by twenty percent, and I get rewarded with a fucking toaster? Should have been expected, I guess. No way in Hell my boss would be interested in giving me a raise or promotion. Nope, just stick with the plastic name tag, the polo shirt, and the khakis, my dear - you're already being rewarded by your own efficiency and pride. Maybe I can sell this thing. Or maybe I can start toasting bread for grilled cheese and start a grilled cheese truck. That'll at least make me a little more money a week, ironically enough.