Five Word Chain Story

[somethingelseishere]

"I just don't understand... not at all" Delia proclaimed as she continued around the room.

Orville stood, reached over to grab the diary and returned to his seat. He placed the troubling
pages upon the small table and leaned forward with arms crossed, elbows resting on his knees.

Delia came to a stop in the middle of the room. She took a seat on the edge of her bed, facing away 
from her guest. Anger and confusion running neck and neck in a blistering race set in her mind.

"She always seemed greatly conflicted" Orville said reassuringly.

Delia sat quietly. She hadn't yet found her words. Or anyone else's for that matter.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to keep hold of this" he said in a humble tone.

Her back still facing him, she replied "Yes, of course."

Orville picked up the journal and made his way to leave, stopping briefly next to Delia.

Looking down at her as she stared into her lap, he offered a respectful thought.

"Perhaps it's best if you allow those words to die with her?" he said as he continued to the door and let himself out.



Delia never wanted any of this. And she still had Vickie to deal with.