Five Word Chain Story

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The ride was very uncomfortable. He was high and that made her nervous. Drug deals were always
dicey, especially the twenty kilo kind. Best to be fully present lest things take that turn.

"This coming from the boss?" she asked.

He looks over, flashes a weak grin and then back to the road.

"More of a me-thing." 

Delia knew it was already off course. The wild west indeed.

"Nice to see you dig your heels in." she said.

"This game plays out exactly the same, no matter who's movin' what. May as well be me makin' that money."

His eyes still trained on the road ahead. She looks over at him, then back out her window. Those bad
feelings had her again.

They arrive; another flea-bag motel. Coach gives the pep talk.

"Make eye contact, don't smile. Speak only if spoken to and don't do anything to make them itchy!" he explained.

"Sounds like my first date." she followed up.

"I've dealt with these guys a few times, no issues. So let's not make any. Got it?"

"Loud and clear." she replied.

They get out of the car and walk around to the trunk. He reaches in, grabs the large black duffle bag and
they move towards the room. He knocks on the door and they wait.



Delia felt sick...