One nice thing about reading is that a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end (except for a few left unfinished when the author died, like The Mystery of Edwin Drood). If the story is messy on the page, I can skip it, I can choose another. Outside the conventions of storytelling or the covers of a book, I have to live in an increasingly messy world that does not make a lot of sense (as do we all), and is frankly quite terrifying. I grew up in a nice little bubble where the ugliness of the world really didn’t infringe on my daily life and even now, despite many challenges, and with a lot more knowledge of the world, it doesn’t touch me the way it does for many, many others.

The past few years, and especially the time since the pandemic became a prominent part of our lives, have revealed a lot of that ugliness, but many of us thought surely there was a way forward for change. One story would end, we would get to start another with a new political season where we could change the system without tearing it apart. A vaccine for the coronavirus would be found, our lives could go back to the way they were. Not a happily ever after, but a story does end, even if another one begins right away.

There is a cloud of horror around the events taking place in Minneapolis and surrounding areas, and in other cities (including two in my own state) where peaceful protesters have been attacked with tear gas and rubber bullets. In a city near me, a medic center had its supplies taken by the police (including milk, used to treat tear gas) just before they sprayed tear gas on protesters. The rage and disorder have been building for a long time and the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis was the spark. I can’t make it coherent and I can’t see ahead.

Who are the monsters who come next in our fiction? Originally, Godzilla was a response to dropping the atomic bomb, zombies and vampires have come to mean different things as time has changed. Even as people are already writing pandemic fiction, there are still inequities the pandemic exposes, and the wounds it opens and salts provide a lot of fresh material. What horror awaits us in fiction that isn’t already here?

A note: Be kind to one another and give each other grace. We all need it, especially now.