Friday June 8th, 2018

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about something that was: born this way.

2 comments:

Greg said...

So, this is continuing a little from here today, and rather conveniently it fits in with your notes on tomorrow's post about anniversaries. We appear to have missed the ninth anniversary of your appendix being taken out! (And considering you commemorate the Diabetes diagnosis day every year, shouldn't you do the same with Appendicitis? You could eat some rusty nails or broken glass or something to bring the pain back again :-p )

Born this way
"He says he's not a leper, he says he was just born this way..." The nurse's voice, hectoring, died away as she passed the doorway in pursuit of a harassed doctor.
"I can't leave yet," hissed Dave, his eyes wide as Vince started pushing buttons on the monitoring machines. "I can't walk anywhere until they remove the... object."

Marc said...

Greg - interesting thought. I suppose because my appendix is done and gone I don't think about it much, whereas diabetes is a daily issue.

The, uh, rusty nails and broken glass do sound about right for pain approximation though...

The... object? I don't want to know. Okay, I kinda do. But mostly no.