The Starving Activist is the sometimes-home for words. AR Neal (that’s me) finds them, cultivates them, and leaves them here. Enjoy.

Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: Reconstruction

"Whatdaya think, mate?"Sammy looks really proud. I shrug and say, "It's a good start.""A good start? This is great work! He'll be good as new in no time!" Sammy's eyes are about to pop, he's so worked up.I shrug again. "How do you figure? The legs aren't even. I mean," I point to the one on the left. "That one's about half as tall. He won't be able to walk. Why don't you give him the pair over there?" I point to an even set a few clicks to the right that look finished.It's Sammy's turn to shrug. "What do you know anyway? Reconstruction's not your department." He fans his hand toward the distance. "Those out there? I worked 'em all. Not a disappointed customer in the lot. What have you done, eh? You do muscle and skin work. You don't know nothin' about framing. Let the experts work. Go on!"I don't say anything when he gets out of sorts like this. He acts like framing their legs is so much more important than muscle and skin work. Our team are the artists -- after all, we make them look good on the outside.

They look like giant's legs, don't they? Well, they did when I first looked at it. I offer 198 words for this week's SCPP.

Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: Relocation

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