Are you a fan of sapphic fiction and in the mood for a short uplifting grumpy sunshine, girl next door read? Then why not treat yourself to a quick pick me up – grab a glass of wine, cozy up by the fire, and visit Hooper Street.
Hooper Street
Sapphic fiction to melt your heart!
Turns out to make a difference, to change a life, or at the very least a perspective on life, you just need one person to be brave enough to be friendly and one person to have enough conscience to let them.
Blurb
When the optimistic and enthusiastic Abbie Lawrence moves in next door to the heartbroken and cynical Jem life on Hooper Street is never the same again.
Publication Date: Oct 2017
Ebook ASIN: B0768JNQF4
Length: 16 pages
Tropes & themes: Sapphic Short Story, Girl-Next-Door, Grumpy/Sunshine, Feel-Good
Available on Kindle Unlimited
What Readers and Reviewers Have To Say!
It’s incredible how much depth and beauty a person can make fit in 16 pages. This was so lovely, I’ve only been aware of it now, and having loved Love’s Portrait I thought I could trust Anna, and I’m glad I was right! – Patricia
A really charming [sapphic] short story. A pleasure to read. – Safist
Anna Larner makes you believe in her characters and ultimately hope for them to give into love. The story was short and sweet but ultimately full of promise. – Rainbow Literary Society
Short Extract
As streets go, Hooper Street wasn’t much of a looker. Rows of terraced houses bunched together like a set of teeth in a mouth that rarely smiled. White PVC windows, like the white of the eyes of someone gasping for air, stood out starkly against the red brick. The occasional hanging basket, with brash pansies gaudy and out of place, only seemed to make things worse. And there was an unsettling thin breeze, stalking the street half catching the air, like the breath of the dying.
You wouldn’t set out to live in Hooper Street; you would likely just find yourself there. For it was neither city not suburb; but something in between, a gap if you will, where if you were not careful your hope and ambition might disappear, unnoticed.
So, unsurprisingly, it is not the first place you would expect to find love. Like a daisy growing in a drainpipe it would simply have no business being there.
It was a Tuesday when I first met Abbie, I know it was a Tuesday because that’s the day in the week the bin men come, whipping up an instant storm of sound as their hungry lorries hiss, jaws grinding, and the empty bins wheeled down the street rumble like passing thunder.
I remember that I was trying not to dwell on why bin day had become the highlight of my week, when over my left shoulder I heard a voice, like a bird on a branch chattering away for a reason unknown to mankind.
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