FRAGMENT FROM AN UNTITLED STORY.

By Randal Rust

I stood silently still on the veranda, not believing what I was seeing before my own naked eyes.

The blackish sea began to swell, like the belly of a woman heavy with child. Water cascaded down the sides as a mighty hump surfaced and slowly began to drift toward the shore. The chanting of those on the beach began to grow louder and more hurried.

At last the sea gave birth to the great black shape. As it moved onto the beach, I was able to see its features in great detail because of the silver moonlight.

It was whalelike, but sauntered onto the sand upon hundreds, perhaps even a thousand, crab-like legs. Its hideous head was swollen greatly about the temples and what passed as its face bore two large yellow eyes that flickered like lanterns in the pitch.