It came out pretty well, actually - it had a good quirky narrative voice (first person by protag), and it was actually funny.
And in the manner of many many of my short stories, it turned out... that it wasn't one after all. Some couple of thousand words into the thing I realised that there was no way I could wrap this up within the required word count, that the story was just (as usual) too damned big to fit into a short story package.
It became a potential novel, then, and it sat for a while bubbling quietly in the back of my brain.
I thought about it. I revised the idea. I started re-writing it, according to new and more leisurely pacing parameters. And then I stopped writing it, because it was STILL not right.
I thought about it some more.
Turns out the thing got a lot darker and more dangerous while I wasn't paying attention. Because, you see, I can suddenly see the themes which might ALWAYS have been there for all I know but which I simply did not see the signs of before - because I may have been looking in the wrong direction. But now I've got a grip on something, and it's something unexpectedly powerful... and VERY topical. No, NOT vampires. Vampires are SO last-year, dahling. Really.
I don't want to say too much, yet, because it's all very new and the ground is still being stabilised under my feet. But I think I have a New Project. Sitting there. Snarling. Waiting.
Soon, now. Soon.