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Wednesday 11 July 2018

Lobsters

He sat on the beach and he saw them arrive.
It was dusk and the tide was on its way in. He thought at first that the water was black, but it wasn't water. The black wave scuttled up the beach, towards the town.
He went to raise the alarm, but nobody believed him.
Several were torn apart by pincers as they slept.


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