Some time ago I wrote a story about a brunch obsessive. It was recently published in Minor Lits. It’s called The Queen of Brunch and Other Things and it starts like this:
‘Guys…’ As always, Leanne’s cheeks fill with blood before her mouth fills with words. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’
But her voice hasn’t a hope of surviving this salt-and-fake-laughter-rimmed concept-bar hell; Minty and Bella are still shouting into each others’ ears re: is the barman hairy hot or hairy gross? Suze is still rolling her roll-up whilst staring at her iPhone.
Read the rest of the story at Minor Lits here.
Clare Fisher 