01-19-2021, 02:36 AM
[The next morning]
Kenneth enters the hospital room carrying a black overnight bag. Delia's awake, their eyes connect
and he smiles. She tries but only manages a halfhearted attempt.
"Good morning. How you feelin'?" he asked, setting the bag down onto the chair.
"Better. I think." she answered.
He leans in to plant one on her cheek. He pulls back smiling.
"I brought you some clothes. You're coming home."
While those words sounded great at face value, she didn't really know what they meant. Home.
"I'm gonna go pull the car up while you get dressed. Take your time."
He walks from the room and she sits up on the edge of the bed. This had to be a dream.
Delia scoots off the bed and stands for a moment, finding her legs. She looks into the bag on the chair.
A loud tie-dye t-shirt, a blue jean skirt and hemp fiber flip-flops. Who was this Julie character? She had no
clue of her real identity but something told Delia that this attire was far from her usual.
She got dressed and sat in the chair, waiting for what's-his-name to return.
The wheelchair ride down the long front hallway was the strangest part of this whole thing yet. Kenneth pushing
slowly, humming some annoying tune. This was no dream; it was a nightmare! They reach the curb and
her loving husband turns her to the side, holding onto the chair with one hand while opening the passenger
door with the other. He assists her up and over and into the car. After she buckles herself in, he shuts the door
and rounds the front to hop in and they drive away. An orderly comes for the chair as Ken & Julie leave the parking
lot and disappear down the street.
Was Delia ready for her new life?
Kenneth enters the hospital room carrying a black overnight bag. Delia's awake, their eyes connect
and he smiles. She tries but only manages a halfhearted attempt.
"Good morning. How you feelin'?" he asked, setting the bag down onto the chair.
"Better. I think." she answered.
He leans in to plant one on her cheek. He pulls back smiling.
"I brought you some clothes. You're coming home."
While those words sounded great at face value, she didn't really know what they meant. Home.
"I'm gonna go pull the car up while you get dressed. Take your time."
He walks from the room and she sits up on the edge of the bed. This had to be a dream.
Delia scoots off the bed and stands for a moment, finding her legs. She looks into the bag on the chair.
A loud tie-dye t-shirt, a blue jean skirt and hemp fiber flip-flops. Who was this Julie character? She had no
clue of her real identity but something told Delia that this attire was far from her usual.
She got dressed and sat in the chair, waiting for what's-his-name to return.
The wheelchair ride down the long front hallway was the strangest part of this whole thing yet. Kenneth pushing
slowly, humming some annoying tune. This was no dream; it was a nightmare! They reach the curb and
her loving husband turns her to the side, holding onto the chair with one hand while opening the passenger
door with the other. He assists her up and over and into the car. After she buckles herself in, he shuts the door
and rounds the front to hop in and they drive away. An orderly comes for the chair as Ken & Julie leave the parking
lot and disappear down the street.
Was Delia ready for her new life?
