This morning's prompt was 'deviled eggs'. I found ones with cheep faces and ones with rabbit heads, but these are supposed to be carrots.

The little band happened onto some laying hens which were managing, somehow. The little set up wasn't a farm exactly, but it was a bit of a fort, had animals and a garden. The goats were butchered and the house showed signs of violence, bullet holes, blood, doors smashed in, the works. Out back the compost pile turned out to be used as a grave.

Carol and Brenda were church-going women and Ben wasn't but they all said a prayer over them, cleaned things up and decided to move on with a few eggs, since no one was going to miss them, or their spice rack and other things the bandits had left. There hadn't been much but Tom made deviled eggs that night, he was a pretty good cook and wanted to try something 'fancy' with the precious eggs. He made a little orange 'carrots' somehow and green from a wild onion to decorate the deviled eggs.

Everyone pronounced them egg-cellent.