Fifty Cent Roses 

Jemima was having a bad day.  

First, her two-week-old boyfriend had broken up with her. That didn't bother her as much as the fact that he stole her microwave right before he left her apartment.

She hadn't noticed until she wanted to make breakfast and there was a huge space on the counter where the microwave used to be.  

It was her fault anyways, for trusting that a homeless man loved her. More like he loved that she had a roof over her head. She hadn't seen a much...