Night of the Crabs

by Guy N. Smith

mr smiths rep is well earned

hoo boy!

you smooth foreshadower you

really very subtle

boffins

barmy

Mercifully, the slashing claw of King Crab caught him directly on top of the head, splitting his skull in two. He was dead before he hit the ground and escaped the torture that Bartholomew had suffered as he was dismembered.

Half-eaten humans were forgotten.

quayside

“My God, not even fire can stop them!” Oliver muttered. “It’s as though they’ve come from hell itself!”

And everybody wondered when the crabs would return - as surely they would.

They will breed if they are not destroyed. Not only this country but the whole world will be in peril then!”

As soon as the creatures were destroyed he could learn to live again.

Cliff Davenport’s retreat was cut off!

Time was running out for the giant crabs.

“Strewth!”

Yet with the coming of dusk their thoughts turned to matters other than the ever present threat of the giant crabs!

anorak,

Laoni Weeks followed in her friend’s footsteps. By now, she was used to being called “Lennie”. It had always been a problem having an uncommon name. Right from her school days, folks seemed unable to get their tongues round “Laoni”. It was no different in her job at the magazine office in Plymouth. Right now, though, she wanted to forget about work, much as she loved her job as Features Editor.

“No, I mean yes. I could have sworn I heard a sort of...click...”

“Paraquat!”

“I won’t miss that” He laughed. “So long as there are no crab sandwiches at the reception afterwards.”

“Some secrets of the deep are better left undisturbed.”