The WriteAngles Journal


By Ellie Dias Maddie blinked hard to stop herself from daydreaming about Paris. She was standing by Dad’s casket, surrounded by her infirmed grandparents, his friends, colleagues, and two gossipy girls she never spoke to. Appearances hadn’t changed since her mother and sister’s funeral – black clothes, waxy faces, puffy red eyes. The spray of …

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