June 27th, 2004

tank girl

Aperitif

AperitifSpike 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."


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