February 17th, 2006

More shellfish horror

Given the nice reviews and astonishing (at least to me!) number of Stoker recommendations that my abalone-hunting-gone-terribly-wrong story "Black Mill Cove" has received, I'm thinking maybe a whole series of exotic shellfish horror tales may be in my future.

Next up: "Geoduck* Massacre".

This story will center on a hunter who finds himself on a crowded beach pre-dawn, suffering frostbite to fingers as he digs into the freezing cold mud in search of these massive clams, only to discover at the end that the f&*^ing things aren't even really edible, but can only serve as stock for clam chowder.

*=The twist ending will be when the protagonist discovers it's pronounced "gooey-duck"