This morning's prompt is 'beet'.

I'll squish it down in post... 8-P

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Dinner was pickled beets and roasted rabbit, a nice quick fat one which Carol had nailed with her sling. She'd learned as a little girl from brothers and an Uncle who loved history and had had a wall of real and facsimiles of slings from different times and cultures. The damn thing was very useful in banging a stone around in the skull of anything which had gotten back up again... Carol set them back down to their rest.

Tom had found the beets, he was their best scrounger, and Brenda had sniffed and pronounced it good, nay, "It smells delicious. I think it has cloves!"

Ben made the fire, rusty steel wool and a double A on drier lint and kindling in an old fireplace they decided to risk for the night. If they stayed longer, Ben promised himself he'd get up on the roof and see about cleaning the chimney, there were tools in a closet.

No current occupants and no signs anyone had been around recently nor done more than a cursory locking up. Fled and likely dead.

Or walking the world, still.