Trifecta: Week 109 - Walking Pretty

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The challenge this week is to use the third definition of the word "Whatever", meaning something not important. Here is my entry:

An unusually pretty dog, had an extraordinarily ugly accident. The pretty dog lost the ability to use her hind legs, this was serious. Uncontrollable grief accompanied the owner to their local veterinarian.

“Your dog has had a spinal cord injury, and will need to use a walking cart for the rest of her life. I’m so sorry.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

“There is a surgery, but with the extent of her injury, positive results are not expected.”

“How much is the surgery?”

“The surgery is three thousand dollars.”

“I just don’t have that kind of money, I barely scrape by every month.”

“Your dog will adjust to a walking cart, I suggest finding one as soon as you can, so you can get her used to walking with it.”

Such grim news emptied a nearly barren wallet.

*

A kind person donated a custom-made cart; the pretty dog slowly became used to walking in it. A bag specially made for paralyzed dogs was ordered. It was to be used while not in the cart to prevent further injury from dragged legs.

Then something amazing happened:

While secured in the bag, the owner noticed that the pretty doggie could stand and even take a step, or two on her own. An excited email was sent to the nurse who gave the initial bad news, in hopes that a response would shine with positivity. No such email arrived. Ignored. Whatever, ignoramous!

Not one to throw in the towel, the owner persisted in pursuit of an alternative solution and found a perfect one. Holistic acupuncture and laser treatments was such an alternative. Researched results were stunningly optimistic.

The first round of treatments were performed on their first visit. The pretty doggie took them like a champ. The positive outlook from their new vet was not grim. Weekly treatments, at-home exercises, and a special back-end leach, will show incredible improvements with loving patience.

Positive thoughts create positive outcomes. Negative, create negative. The owner is positive.

 

 

Shared Wise Words

It Is Possible.

My submission for the Trifectawritingchallenge.com, comes from a comment to a recent post "New Years Reso-Healing"   http://shawnbrucepruett.wordpress.com/. Thank you Chamblee, for sharing these inspiring three words. I believe each of them.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-nine.html#comment-form

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Four--TrifeXXXtra "Bookstore Whore" (Graphic)

Ha-ha! I have been focusing my attention elsewhere, lately and haven't posted here, since way back, during week 86. There's always something, but I missed you guys. Boy was I surprised to see the challenge this weekend. Surprised is far less a word than I mean, but for lack of a better, it will work.

This morning I thought, 'well, maybe I'll go check out Trifecrtawritingchallenge.com and see what's been going on over there...maybe write a mini-science-related ramble, or something'. Nope, this weekend challenge was not going to go there at all. This challenge has proved to be different. Although I did visualize robotic love-making and telescopic penis', it didn't materialize.

I've already been working on another project and had a piece suited for this weekends XXX just about completed. I changed it around a hair and it hasn't found it's way into my project yet, but here it is, none-the-less.

I feel obliged to remind the reader this IS XXX. It is graphic, descriptive and yes, this sort of grossness happens, every day of every week in a major city somewhere.


Bookstore Whore

Darkness flooded my eyes, which were, only moments ago, bright with the sun’s light. A five-dollar bill assured my satisfaction. The clear plastic-stripped curtains beckoned my entrance. It is what I desired and where I would come to find love, many, many times afterwards. For now, it was shiny and new.

A maze of small rooms, each with a door, offered a possible encounter. Several guys walked the maze in the shadows. Some of them stood in front of unoccupied rooms, waiting for a taker. Like a carnie calls out a customer in the crowd, they waited; silently calling.

It was I who was taken, I wanted to win the prize. I heard and went. 

Darkness was lighted by the gay porno’s glow, playing on the small television screen on the back wall of the cubicle. It was enough light to barely see. Each of the side walls had large grapefruit-sized holes, cut into the perfect place as to receive a willing participant’s horniness. Black smears of who-know-what’s coated the circumference of the hole. The floor was sticky with bodily fluids, as I knelt to look into the hole.

Uncomfortable swelling filled my jeans with anticipation. It wasn't a clean place and my shoe stuck to the floor. Second thoughts lost out; the original prevailed. Into the hole I peered. A guy. He saw me looking! I quickly moved out of his view. 

Hormones reigned King and again I peeked through the hole. He was rubbing himself, he knew I could see. My hardness pulsated.  He slowly, methodically and sexily unzipped his jeans, teasing me. He pulled it out, halfway hard and wiggled it; up and down, he jiggled it in front of my face. My hands became wet with sweat and my heart raced. How badly I wanted him to put it through the hole. Terribly, I wanted to gorge.

Finally, and without warning, it appeared. Veiny and meaty, it was there, in front of me, garnishing my attention. I took it, gently into my hand, licked it with my tongue and wrapped my lips around it. After only moments, the guy pulled himself from me and put his grimy and unkempt fingers through the hole. He moved his finger to and fro in motion for me to come into his room. Personal maintenance forgiven, I came.

I walked into his room and he immediately grabbed my face and pulled it to his own. He kissed me rough and grabbed a handful of my hair.

“I wanna fuck you, so bad, man,” he told me.

I fell to the floor, again taking him into my mouth. He jimmied his pants from his waist and they fell to the floor. He pulled me from my armpits up to his face and kissed me deep, fishing his tongue to catch his catch. His scruffy face left my smooth one red and angry. I didn’t care. I wanted it and so did he.

With my pants now a pile of cloth on the nasty floor, he bent me over. He spat into his hand and as a spatula to frosting, he smeared the saliva onto my quivering and begging boy hole. Not at all your average cake walk. 

I felt gross afterwards; ashamed. There’s a first time for everything, this was mine.

 

I've moved on since, now I live with the consequence. And the memory.

 

   

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six

Having worked in the Hospitality Industry for many years, the number "Eighty-Six" brings thoughts of something that has been depleted. If the Mac-N-Cheez sells out, it is "86'd"...oops, the manager forgot to order Bloody Mary Mix!  Bloody Mary's: "86'd" .

I sure hope the title doesn't count in the word limitations, if so my entry will be....well, 86'd!

Visit your local Humane Society this weekend and give some love to all of the beautiful and hopeful creatures waiting for their forever. A smile and a pet, a pat and a coo, goes a long way for these guys! :))  Have yourselves pet-tastic weekend!

 

 

 

Dimensional Unidate: 03/20/2133

Materialization complete.

Land: Barren.

Life: Microbial.

Moisture: 3.3333%.

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 0%

Life: Abundant/Intelligent.

Moisture: 100%

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 29%

Moisture: 71%

Life: Abundant.

Blue skies.

Nuclear Activation.

 

Good-Bye.

Trifecta-Ninety-Five

My flight was a long one; thirteen hours, but I finally made it. Jet lag was nothing compared to the fruition of dreams I had about this moment, which soon would be at my foot.

Ireland was the land of lore, but I had done my research, oh yes I had! Greenland was the true spot where my dream had landed me. It was here that my pot of gold would be found. Not over some green pasture’s hill, next to the pub on Fancy Street, but stuck, for centuries, in the ice of this non-green land.

I prepared well. Every severe weather article of clothing adorned my warm-blooded body. My feet protected by the very best of boots. I was on a trek. A trek to find the true pot of gold. Misplaced, for my benefit, by James Hall, sent by Christian IV of Denmark, as an Expedition of greed. Mr. Hall, unknowingly found this secret stash and I knowingly found out about it.  

I utilized my pack to full capacity and off I went into the freezing beauty of my dreams. The spot of the coordinates would take three nights journey and four days hike.

All went well until the fourth days’ hike. I was so close, I could taste the metallic sugars. One leg went completely through the ice. I was stuck! I tried, in vain, to loosen myself, only to cause further damage when my second boot broke through the ice and sent my body, waist-high into the freezing grips of the ice. I used my ice pick as a frantic last resort, to pull my body from the glacier.

The cold was such as I cannot put into words in this diary. Whomever finds my gear should know, that the loot is but yards from where I will surely sleep my last sleep.

I can now feel my body shutting down. The frost-bite has been a welcomed companion in this end. Someone else will find my dream rainbow.    

Trifextra Eighty-Five

Trifectwritingchallenge.com weekend challenge is to use the apostrophe. With the kind of week I have had, I welcomed this, seemingly easy challenge.

I am posting now, just in case you don't want to read about it's inspiration, which follows my submission.


 

An hour’s passing minute’s slip carelessly o’er the enclosure of Pretty’s brief, but needed rest.

Her bluest eyes look as an ocean’s swirl full.

My hazel’s look hopeful, my voice’s calm brings relief.

It seems like this life thingy has really been pushing my emotions, self-endurance, strength and ability to accept thing the way they come, full with force. If it were not for these ever so important qualities I possess, I know not how I'd overcome some of the shit I have.

Who likes to read about depressing crap, when they too might be struggling with their own depression? The following story is the inspiration for my submission into this weekends challenge. I know, it is depressing, read on if you can handle it. I am only now coming to grips with the severity of the incident, myself.

So, our lease was up and we spent all of the prior week moving. Boxes, furniture, the normal stuff you do when you move. We worked especially hard one of the days and during our break, decided to move the sofa into it's place. An area rug needed to go under the sofa, so we lifted the sofa, placed the rug and set the sofa down.

We went on and continued doing what you continue doing while you're moving into a new place.

The love's of my life, my children, my family, are my 5 dogs. One, whose name is Pretty, is my baby. She sleeps, snuggled next to me, every single night, and has since she was weaned. She was missing! We noticed about 15 minutes after we moved the sofa. We searched every nick and cranny of the new place and couldn't find her. We searched the yard and didn't find her, but did find an area where, technically, she could jimmy herself through. 

I freaked out crying and calling her name, combing the several block radius near our house. We didn't find her. I was heart-broken.

As I was composing a posting for Craigslist under the 'lost and found' section, I heard a whimpering coming from under the sofa. It was she!

We lifted the sofa and she came out wagging her tail and happy. It seemed like she must have gotten lucky and been trapped at the right spot under the sofa, where it is hollow, with a thin covering at the bottom. I was relieved!

We went to sleep and awoke to find a terrible outcome. Pretty was dragging her back legs behind her. I rushed her to the ER and it was found that a disc in her spine had slipped and was pinching her spinal cord causing paralysis. As you can imagine, my reaction was one a parent might have after finding out that their daughter had been paralyzed in a car accident.

There is a surgery that can be performed, but the numbers for success are low, as are the numbers of my bank account. We do have a 50/50 chance that she will regain mobility. Through rest, medication and expelling urine from her bladder, which I do myself, she has a chance.

She has been ordered to remain in her crate so she can't try to move. It is disheartening to see her in there, alone and scared. I have been at her side during the whole time and am keeping as positive of an attitude that I can on her complete recovery. I am also quite aware of the lifestyle change we will go through if she remains unable to move.

We have been blessed by a complete stranger for a wheelchair, free of charge, should she need one. I have been overwhelmed by the human kindness and compassion of everyone involved in this ordeal.

Either way, Pretty will be ok.Thank you for reading this mini-novel, I just felt moved to include it with my entry.

Mask Ninety-Four

I ordered the product, in hopes of hiding ravages of time from my face. My wrinkles, sun spots and moles were holding youth from me. I felt twenty-something, but looked eighty-something. I am eighty-three.

I ordered the speedy delivery plan and received it three days later.

“Dr. Yung’s Lotion”

I used my magnifier to read the small print. I wanted to make sure I used this cream exactly as I should.

The cream’s packaging looked very much like a toothpaste tube. I was to use the full contents of the tube. It was to be applied, thickly, to my face and neck. I left the cream on my face, as per the instructions and went to bed.

The next morning I awoke to find a mask of blue, clinging to my face. The direction given was to gently peel off the product, careful to keep the mask as a whole. It could be reapplied later onto the face for added benefits. What I found, after I peeled it off was nothing more than magic!

My face was soft and radiant and had the glow I longed to have for so, so long. The cream worked! I truly looked fifty years younger.

I was beside myself with happiness. I pulled myself a nice bubbly bath for a hot soak in the tub. I took off my robe and lifted away my nightgown. I was petrified by what my eyes beheld.  Indeed, my face had changed, but the sagging skin of my old body remained. As a naked woman, I looked monstrous!

I quickly called the 800 number and ordered a half-dozen more tubes, with expedited delivery, of course. For the full-monty.

It was delivered. I used the product on my body, ignoring the warning not to do such a thing. As before, I awoke to find a blue body suit. I carefully removed and placed it, safely, in my fur vault.

Who says an old broad can’t have her very own “Wonder Woman” suit?