See that picture on the wall of the girl with the flaming hair? She’s my sister. She was my roommate, but now she’s gone. She left without warning me that she was going to bolt.
Look at the mess she’s left in my apartment. It’s appalling that she left me with this mess without telling me. How could she do this to me? How could she just abandon me? One day she just didn’t come home. I waited, but all I got was that terrible phone call. I can visit her, but I don’t like to go to the cemetery.
For Friday Fictioneers, May 22, 2022
The Write Scribe 
A good portrait of the stage of denial
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Dear R.M.
A sad tale. Anger is definitely part of the grief process.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, one of the stages of grieving is anger.
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