I finished a draft of my short story "The Saboteur." It's a little over 6700 words (18 pages single-spaced).

It's probably the darkest and most downbeat thing I've ever written though. I mean given the WWI setting it makes sense. But I feel like a lot of my angst for the present state of things inevitably percolated through.

Still I have a lot of doubts about it. I guess mostly I just don't know if readers will like the murky anti-climax it built to, the feeling of utter futility and hopelessness it arrives at.

But if anyone I've known for a while would like to read the draft, by all means say so. It won't be posted here until I get a solid yes or no from the publisher and submissions haven't even opened yet.