THE LOBSTERS ARE COMING SOON IN
LOBSTERS ON THE RAMPAGE.
HERE IS A SNEAK PREVIEW

Prologue

The waves gently washed up on the beach, it was a sound the old man knew so well and loved.

He sat on a small chair outside a wooden hut the cliffs looked up over head shielding the hut from the worst of the English weather.

Old Jim was a crazy old coot who had said good bye to the world long ago and retreated into his own world, building a wooden hut on the beach under the cliffs. Normally the police or local council would have him removed but here at lobster bay they were very relaxed on these matters.

As long as old Jim didn’t cause any trouble he could stay on the beach and besides it was well away from the tourist part which was further along.

He had short grey hair and a wrinkled weather beaten face but he looked older than he was, he was now fifty five but looked ten years older.

He had a wife he had loved, he had been happy in those days before she had run off with the local plumber of all people and a friend of his.

That had changed him from an outgoing man to one that was withdrawn and he had hid himself away for the last ten years.

He didn’t like to think back and in fact his mind was so gone now that he didn’t care, he drank his beer every night and watched the dark sea washing up to the beach.

“She was a whore anyway.” he cursed into the night.

“Boy did I do that Kane I feel sorry for him now of course, broke both his legs I did. Well I thought it was him she was messing with; she would always talk about him after work. How was I to know it wasn’t him”?

He laughed out loud as he remembered that night.

“Broke both his legs with a baseball bat; well he shouldn’t have got so drunk. It hadn’t been easy walking with him through the park late at night”.

He caught fish but still made his way to the local supermarket for food and that was the only time he mingled with other people but he didn’t speak to them.

“Why should I speak to them”?

He got his food as quick as he could and paid with a smile only, and then just as quickly left and went back to his sanctuary the wooden hut.

At first people had tried to help him and the council wanted to re-home him when he lost his house but he would have none of that and decided to build on the beach.

Now people seemed to accept him as he was oh of course he still heard the small children calling him crazy Jim and laughing behind his back as he walked passed but that was fine it even made him smile.

“I don’t care what people think of me fuck them”.

He heard a sound as he took a long swig of beer from the can; he lowered the can and looked into the darkness.

It had sounded like a huge form coming out of the sea his first thought was a sub marine.

He put the beer can down and stood up and looked along the beach, the half moon didn’t really reveal the darkness secrets to him.

“What are you then my beauties” Jim was always talking to himself, he kept himself company.

Then he saw a dark shape moving along the beach then more noise as something else came out of the sea and sprayed sea water onto the sand.

Two dark shapes and then a third and a fourth soon he could make out six dark shapes they looked like crabs, no they were longer than crabs.

They were as tall as a horse and as long as a Double Decker bus. One was bigger than the rest and Jim saw it raise its claws, click click clicky click it went.

Old Jim would have whistled even in the darkness he knew what the shapes were and they were big oh god they were big.

He looked up at the full moon as the clouds broke around it; he had read somewhere that the moon controlled crabs movements he wondered if it was the same for these beasts.

“My babies” Jim giggled to himself as the shapes moved off along the edge of the beach keeping close to the sea line.

 Lobsters on the rampage on kindle soon by Robert Paul Bennett