We bide our time. One day the protective field that shields the humans from our wrath will disintegrate and we will stride forth, crushing their feeble, fleshy bodies beneath our claws. We will feast, then, on the cruel ones who torment us, who taunt and tease and flaunt their freedom. When the invisible shield is gone they will be unable to resist our power.
We bide our time. We sit and watch, waiting for a crack to appear in the strength of the shield. One day we will sally forth. The ground will be littered with bodies, and soon all that will be left is bones. Such a bounty laid out before us. And they are stupidly oblivious to our plans. They believe they are supreme, that only they possess intelligence. Well, they will soon learn of their folly.
And so we bide our time.
“Ugh, they’re creepy.” She shivers with disgust.
“Well named, hey? They look like gigantic spiders.”
“What do you reckon they’re thinking? They’re watching us, watching them.” Goosebumps break out on the skin of her arms and she rubs them.
He slides an arm around her shoulders. “They aren’t thinking anything. They’re crabs. They can’t think.”
“I’m not so sure. Look at them. They’re so . . . menacing. I can’t get over how big they are.”
The boy reads the information plaque. “’Japanese Spider Crabs are scavengers that also feed on shellfish.’ Doesn’t sound like they hunt people, Jenny.”
“They totally could though.”
The rest of their classmates tumble into the room. Exclamations fill the air, ‘gross’ the favourite one. The boy jumps away from the girl with a start as their teacher enters. He grins shyly at her and she smirks back, before taking his hand to pull him away from the glass.
The crabs are motionless, staring out at them. Watching. Biding their time.
I needed to write something kind of light-hearted this week… short and amusing for me to think about. I remembered these crabs from a trip to Underwater World a couple of years ago. The photo doesn’t do their size justice, they really are enormous. Check out Wikipedia for some good scaling photos. Last week I actually had the idea of brooding, hate-filled crabs plotting the doom of humankind but didn’t get around to a Friday Flash, so this week I firmed up the idea in my head after getting my rather morbid Lovecraftian story written (hence the need for some absurdity!)