By Lesley Mace
A rifle takes careful aim.
Unaware, zebras graze the hot savannah, a contented herd in stripy camouflage. The grass is lush after rain, ripe for lactation. The mares, tails swishing tik-tik flies, whicker to new foals, touching noses.
Lions, replete after feeding, growl in the shade of an acacia tree, bickering over stripped bones. Lionesses, lazy in the midday sun, yawn and stretch, and cuff their tumbling cubs into submission.
Worse predators creep closer, hidden by anthills. Poachers who see only payday.
The rifle fires—a perfect killing shot. Zebras scatter. The lead poacher falls. The park ranger drops her rifle.
Great description setting the scene. I could picture it and feel it. Love the ending.
Thank you so much, Marianne. Love this site and writing 101s.
Lovely premise and a great ending!
Thank you so much, Meghashri. Loved writing Savannah.
Love the ending
Thank you so much, Ron. You could easily submit to 101. I dare you! <3
Fantastic descriptions.
Thank you so much, Anita. It was great fun writing the descriptions for Savannah.
Beautifully done :).
Does the Ranger lose their job or get a medal I wonder?
Thank you so much, Denise. Not sure what happens after the shot… Will leave that to a reader’s imagination.