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: When the Cure is Worse than the Illness

The doctor licked his lips as the young woman hung from the contraption. "Yes, that will do nicely," he said in a voice that made her uncomfortable.She composed herself, having spent too much time unclothed before physicians. "Please doctor, will this treatment cure me?"He smiled. "Of course my dear. Well," he stepped closer and reached out as if to stroke the skin near her navel, which was exposed above her skirt line, "you should see improvement after another, oh, I would say year of treatments." He paused and looked at her bare body."Must I always be like this?" the woman asked and nodded down at herself."Well not always. Sometimes we'll need the bottoms off as well," the doctor said around a barely concealed snicker. He reached higher up her midriff and suddenly fell to the ground.While her hands were extended above her head and the doctor had been otherwise occupied, she had disconnected the hooked contraption that pulled her neck up higher and swung it down upon him. As she dressed, she said, "I think I'll keep my spine as it is, thank you."

Now I don't know if the man pictured above is Dr. Sayer who invented the scoliosis treatment machine you see here, or if any ill intention was directed toward the young woman, but I offer these 195 words based on the impression I got from the expression on his face, where his eyes seem to be focused, and what's going on with that left hand. Click the photo to visit this week's SCPP and tell us what you think.

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