Odd Hours

‘A large, 24/7, unethical supermarket, late on Friday night. Gosia Golab sits at checkout number fourteen; she is three hours and seventeen minutes into her shift. The next tea break is forty-three minutes away. Strip lighting melts her make-up. She is thrilled. The man of her dreams is choosing her lane again for the fourth time this month. He looks nothing like Andy, her cheating ex. Even the way he fidgets while waiting in line is striking. Oh my god, he is speaking to her...’

Meet Gosia.

She’s a sensitive soul with a filthy mouth and problems with intimacy.

From shifts in a well-lit budget supermarket to nights in a badly-lit Zone 3 flat share, she’s better off inside her own head.

But when a ticket out of there appears at her checkout, she can’t help wondering if there might be more to life than she bargained for . . .