This morning's prompt is 'deer'.

I got the star mapper to a nice point last night.

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"Deer," Carol said in a soft tone. She stared over to the other bank of the little creek.

They all froze and watched silently as the doe looked at them, licked her lips and then bent her head down to lick at the salt lick, obviously left there by Harold for the wildlife. She looked at them again, addressed the salt lick again, and then her head whipped up and she was off, bounding away. They heard sounds and saw movement, two or three of them who wandered after her and left them be.

"Damn, people." Brenda said, barely a whisper. "That looked like good eating."

Tom stared at her and Carol groaned, also quietly, and Ben just smiled. Life... life was what you made of it, the end of the world be damned.