The invitation

The invitation came two weeks before the end of the world. She held it in her hands and wept. Wept for everything that was and everything that could have been. She sent her regrets and waited. Waited for the explosion that would be the end of the world. Her mother called and begged her to reconsider. Her sister called, her aunt called. They had all accepted the invitation, but she refused to change her mind. She refused to go. This is where she belonged. So on that day two weeks later when the giant comet hit the earth and blew it into a million little pieces she was still there, sitting in her apartment as the world exploded. If she had accepted that invitation she would have been floating with the rest of her family on a giant spaceship shaped like a hot dog watching from a porthole as the world died.