![]() In amongst all the literary fare that I love, there is always room for giant angry crabs intent on destroying humanity. Once again it is time to indulge in one of my favourite guilty pleasures. Huge, eaten away by the mutating disease that doomed them, they were returning, dragging themselves out of the water, intent only on tearing apart and devouring their enemy: Man. Despairingly, she pulled at the ropes that held her, naked and spreadeagled, a human sacrifice for the Crabs. Soon the wildfowl would be winging down, the waders feeding and squabbling at the water’s edge. ![]() The incoming tide trickled and lapped up hidden creeks. Out on the mudflats, curlews called mournfully. The wetlands were silver and shadow in the moonlight. ![]()
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