Chapter 11: Baker’s Remorse

Tension knotted tighter in Polly’s chest. She hated violence in concept, but had just committed an assault with a cupcake. It was a heavy one, closer to a muffin, designed to make more of an impact. She had driven one invader away, but at what cost?

Polly took another few TUMS and chewed with a purpose, the hurt healing, in her body if not her spirit. She only hoped she had made the right choice. It was so hard to know for sure until after the fact.

The screen glowed in her tiny apartment. There were further factors to be considered as the situation changed. Hedging her bets, Polly searched for alternative employment, just in case the worst happened.

Rick seemed pretty convinced they would still be okay, but Polly wasn’t sure. Rick outranked her and would probably be fine. Polly had skills, but there was no way she could think of to prove her usefulness.