Thoughts on a change of direction…

It is getting very cold up here, very fast. It’s also extremely wet and today, whilst out walking the dogs, I encountered a gruesome sight. The mutant slugs we have been warned about are here! Over 10cm long and oozing attitude, I watched one slime its way along the upper promenade leaving the dismembered corpses of several smaller, native slugs in its wake. I felt like setting up some yellow cotton to mark these miniature crime scenes.
Perhaps I should look on these encounters as possible inspiration. The Slug Apocalypse is upon us here in the north-east. There’s a good horror story in there somewhere, I’m sure. Maybe I will take a few days to explore it. After all, my most successful short story was an “end of days” speculation (“Light Years from Home”, ).

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