This is one of those stories that came about through writing whatever was in my mind, without any clear idea where it was going. I was tired at the time, and I had the image of someone staggering into a room, unsure of what was happening, but bleeding. Or they had blood on them. Only as I wrote did I start to figure out what was in the room they’d left.
It needed editing of course, and as the story became clearer I rewrote a lot of it. I think only a few lines of the original writing remain. But that’s okay—sometimes the story only emerges when all the wrong words are out of the way.
Anyway, I hope you like It’s Not Murder If They’re Not Human. And as always, I’d love to know what you think of it.