Hot Yoga by Dawn Blair

A name. All she needed was a name.

The sign on the door read: Hot Yoga. Certainly that wasn’t the troll’s name. She’d have to knock.

When the door opened, she saw a sight which would never be able to unsee, even with the aid of a forgetting spell. Yet, the mission must continue.

If you’re hunting for a new, quick story to read, Dawn Blair has a treasure for you.