AnElephantCant help getting confused
Perhaps because he is a peripatetic rover
But he gets in his head
This is a pic of the Med
When clearly it is La Manche just off Dover
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to see a sea-going selection of salty sagas.
But please first read AnElephant’s wet-behind-the-ears waffle.
He sits at the end of the rough stone jetty, gnawing idly on the end of his baguette.
He is enjoying the last of the late December sunshine, engrossed in his thoughts, trying to finish the story in his head.
A movement at his feet catches his attention.
To his surprise he sees a crab, a fairly large one, presumably attracted by falling bread.
He has not seen one here before, although in his homeland they are plentiful.
Something about it disquiets him.
He laughs at himself.
And sees more of them emerge from every gap, every slope, every rock.
He scrambles to his feet, abruptly aware of the unsuitability of his footwear for manoeuvring on slippery rocks.
Some bigger beasts are already crawling over his ankles, tearing at his heavy trouser legs.
He attempts to maintain his balance while trying to shake them off.
He starts to clamber towards the flat top of the jetty.
And sees that the 50 or so metres to the sanctuary of the beach are a seething mass of scuttling snapping plate-sized creatures.
You’re really quite good at this malarky….
Monkeys and typewriters, Robert, monkeys and typewriters!
Poor man..caught in a nightmare. nicely done, Elephant
Oy! That’s some seriously scary horror you’ve written. I think I’ve had similar nightmares. Great one!
Crafty crustaceans create chaos!
Oh for a giant blow torch. BBQ’d crab meat anyone?
AnElephantCan’t be beaten when it comes to weird humour 🙂
Crikey, cool critique confuses critter!
Thank you for your so sweet comment.
Urk! I am reminded of once, returning to our boat from a walk on the island of Bazaruto when we came across a beach which was black instead of the usual dazzling white sand. Yes – covered in a solid mass of large crabs. Fortunately, the seething mob opened up ahead of us and then closed again behind us. The transit, surrounded by all those goggling eyes, was a bit nerve-wracking.
AnElephant has only once before heard the word Urk!
It was used by a Turk
Who enjoyed a quiet lurk
While pretending to work
Oh – that berk in the murk with a quirk as a jerk?
Now I’m wondering what drove all of them on the beach. Cthulu? It’s Cthulu. *sigh* Heads up, people, our Chthonic Over-Lords are coming. I have now fulfilled my anti-resolution 😉 Great, and creepy, story!
AnElephant thanks you for your comment but has not the foggiest idea what you are talking about.
Oh my those claws really pinch. Run!
In those shoes, over slippery crab-covered rocks?
Nobody can touch AnElephant’s heart with a comment quite like you, MyBeautifulFriend!
So he’s feeling a little crabby? It’s an invasion..
Thank you for your comment but please remember:
On here AnElephant does the funnies, okay?
Yikes! There ain’t no cream on this planet that will sort that problem out.
This is a family blog, remember?
You can’t say Yikes on here!
Whoops. Should have said “Oh YONKS!” instead 😉