Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but how we react to what happens, not by what life brings us but the attitude we bring to life.
Wade Boggs
| Weekend Writing Prompt #494: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 51 words using the word “Proof”. |
Selcouth - ˈsel-ˌküth
Adjective
Unusual, strange, marvelous.
French, mid-19th century
I woke up this morning, I didn't have any real proof
How this day would turn into something so Selcouth
No internet since yesterday afternoon until now
I spent the day outside and let me tell you just how
The heater was on and I watched the sky from my sunroof
{51 words}
***WARNING*** This is a shitty story that I am not proud of.
I had a colostomy preformed on me in 2007 leaving me with a stoma and colostomy bag for 4 years, it sucked. I could tell sometimes if I was going to have a bowel movement but not always. About a year into this nightmare I was at a Christmas dinner party for work in a high end steakhouse. I felt a growl in my stomach but didn’t pay attention to it fast enough.
By the time I got up to go to the restroom the shit hit the fan. I had a bowel movement and then the bag broke loose from my skin. The whole area quickly filled up with the most repulsive smell you can imagine. People were gagging and throwing up. This five minute span changed my personality and I became withdrawn. I quit going out to public events and just hung out around the house.
I had an operation in 2011 and had it fixed [Thank you Lord]. It took many years to open up again and feel comfortable around people then covid hit and I became a recluse again after retiring but that is not a bad thing, hell I found you guys!
