As an author, every story you write is like a part of you. Like one of your children. Disappointing, underachieving children. If you think I’m going to single out any of them out to be “first,” you’re crazy. I wouldn’t do it to the rest of them. I just couldn’t.
And if you’re getting a smug look on your face and thinking that the second story is really the “first” story, you can wipe that look right off. Once you read the next story, you’ll see what I mean.
It screams “second story.”