Hey folks! Sooo, had a bit of weird inspiration for this little mini-series. Obviously you can tell from the title it's going to be about the emotions associated with five stages of grief, but maybe not in the way you'd expect. There's also no strong connections from one stage to the next. This is going to be some flash fiction I wanted to try, so no long reads but hopefully they'll still be fun! I'll stop talking now and let you all get to it!

Stage one: Denial

Teeth brushed? Check.

Suit clean? Check.

Deodorant? Check

Hair combed? Check.

"Hey Fire! How would you like to hang out with me Friday night? I've got tickets to see -"

"Sorry Flash, I've already made plans."