I spent the next day driving around Ashton.
It was the city I grew up in.
It was the only place I'd ever known.
I wondered if anyone would notice I was gone.
I wondered if anyone knew me or cared about me at all.
It was a small city.
There wasn't much to do in Ashton around Christmas time.
I might as well give them a funeral to attend.
The Inhabitants of Ashton,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. Anyone can come. Bring friends. Make it an event.
P.P.S. I hate funeral potatoes. Don't bring any of those.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
