The enormous mechanical arachnid watched on from the shadows. As he eyed the two large pods hanging from the ceiling, oily saliva dribbled from his fearsome jaws. Very soon the first cracks would appear in those silver shells and the tiny infant humans inside would emerge. He knew that their first instinct, after being enclosed for nine months in that shell, would be to eat. With their eyes still closed their sense of smell would attract them to his steely web smothered in the milk from a human female. He savoured the prospect of his first decent meal in days.
A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.
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