★★★☆☆ – Sure!

A short short story weaved of irreverence and spur-of-the-moment nonsense. It almost gives the impression of the author having sat down and written nonstop whatever popped into her head. There’s a certain Douglas Adams-ian tone, but there’s none of the prudence or internal logic that characterizes his work – very #NoFilter.

As a result, this story feels entirely unsubstantial, but it’s having fun, so it’s easy to have fun with it. Besides, it’s shorter than the skirt I’m planning to wear to next month’s sapphic club night.

Kate Orman’s framing narrative connective tissue after this begins with a character remarking “What the hell was that?” – a hilariously rude move on her part that I can’t help but read as her using her characters as a mouthpiece. BM, Kate Orman. BM.

…Not that it isn’t a reasonable comment to make!