This morning's prompt is 'barn', which needs squishing down...

"I'm not happy to be treed in another barn," Carol said, but she sounded almost cheerful. Ben looked at Brenda and she shrugged, so neither of them asked her.

They were up in the loft. The first floor was clear and closed off but high ground is golden. They had not been obvious about helping the one legged Carol up, she made a point of doing things like this for herself, but someone had been within reach and no one remarked on any of it. She found a nice hay bale by the great loft door and parked herself, frankly exhausted.

Her son Tom sat down with her and when they had rested they proceeded to quiet the former citizens of the little farm below them.  Said farm they'd come across late in the morning. A few more than was comfortable, but at this range the two of them slung stones into skulls and down they went.

"Do you feel sorry for them?" She asked him by and by.

Tom nodded his head slowly. "A little. Not enough to be confused, and enough to... to remember they were people once, and this is serious, this isn't fun, hmm, not exactly. It's something we do, now, and we need to do it with care."

"How'd you get to be so smart?"

"Oh, I don't know."

Tom kissed her on the cheek and set about seeing what they had to make a lunch out of.