Men on a roof. Bending, crouching, arms open to the sky. Hammering, drilling, sawing. Moving silhouettes on a cityscape set. Dress extras bringing atmosphere. Skyscraper backdrop with painted clouds. The foreman stands, his back to the audience. Directing the action. Immobile. Neon-vested. Empty hands in warm pockets. The workers’ raucous laughter slides through the whirring whinge of their tools. Perfectly timed. They’ve given this performance before.
Men at Work
My response to the Daily Prompt.
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Excellent piece.
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Thanks, Kev!
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I sincerely love this and I don’t know why.
🙂
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Hey, I’ll accept praise any day. No questions asked. 🙂
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I like to see men at work and words about them. Little do they know they have been immortalized.
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The workers are still on the roof. I could shout out to tell them they have been immortalized, they are close enough to hear me.
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Love all the action. Feels hard, like their work.
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Thanks so much, Jennifer! I rarely do Daily Prompts, but this one caught my fancy. I enjoyed it a lot.
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Just lovely.
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Thank you for the equally lovely compliment!
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