She had been through a really bad time and the phone call was just what she needed.
She had applied for a job. Now they were on the phone arranging a time for her to go in for an interview. Was it too soon after the trauma of the last few days? The row with her stupid boyfriend. The way it had ended. The feelings that the whole thing had left her with; a strange mixture of relief and anxiety, still plaguing her. Despite this, it was exactly what she wanted; good money, nice people and close to home. Surely, this has to be an opportunity that shouldn’t be ignored. She resolved herself to the fact that she would agree to whatever time was suggested. What she needed to be doing right now was deciding what she would wear.
When the time came, she was smartly dressed and on time. The manager was very nice and took his time explaining the role. However, she did find her focus drifting off and maintaining her full attention was becoming extremely difficult. Had she got back into the everyday world too early? Should she have given herself more time; more time before having to handle a conversation like this? He was saying something about their safety policy. She felt the panic rising, aware of the fact that her whole body was stiffening with the strain of coping with the situation. Now, he was saying she’d be reporting to the department’s head.
All of a sudden, she gasped, and all at once, she thought about a head, well, not just any old head, but the head.
The one wrapped in a towel, at the bottom of her freezer…
