My current legs are piddly sticks, but they do the job by slowly inching me towards a group of elderly ladies at a fancy breakfast cafe. They’ve just been brought their lunches. It’s a tourist town on the coast and the summer holidays are coming to an end, so everyone is out while they can. I know I should be working at this cafe. Living my life free and unbothered. Safe. Happy. Instead, I’m half a foot tall and skulking across the ground like the felon I’m supposed to be. But I can’t care less about that now because I. See. Their. Food.
