Word of the Day 100 Challenge: Grassland

by Red Wolf

Spike sat on the bonnet of the car, a cigarette at his lips, as he looked across the seemingly endless expanse of grassland, bright beneath a gravid moon.

A ripple in the gently waving sea of vegetation caught his eye. The movement ran counter to the direction of the wind, like the wake from a shark's fin just below the surface of the water.

Drusilla rose giggling from the field, a small rabbit in each hand. "Mummy, found a prize. A snack before bed time."

"Let's go see if we can't find you something with a little more substance, love."