Chance Encounter
by
Angharad.

“I really need this job,” said Katrina rushing for the bus. Like so many young graduates, she’d been out of work ever since leaving uni and even then she was working far below her qualifications–but just to have a living wage rather than bloody benefits–would be so good.

Her mother had loaned her fifty quid to buy some clothes for the interview. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to borrow from her mum–but if her dad ever finds out, there’ll be blood on the moon.