Excellent Life is short, lets call those we love now instead of then Life is Short by Bryce 1 Sunday, Monday, Doomsday... writing prompt entry

I was walking home from work. I used to work at the candy store off of 6th street in North Beach. The place had everything. I myself had a real sweettooth back then so the place filled two needs: Finances and sugar. Anyway, I was walking home while my phone vibrated in my pocket, going totally unnotioced by me. I think I was lost in thought about a girl I used to know. It had been a long time since I had seen or talked to her but I always loved to dream about her. Whenever I got the chance, she would pop in my head. Perhaps, my pension for a broken heart got the better of me when it came to my relationships. None seemed to really work out. I dreamed that it did with her though.   So, I walked in the empty house and said hi to the cat. She was in her usual spot which made me chuckle a little bit. She likes what she likes and cares little for anything else. Ya got to admire that. I walked upstairs and turned on the shower. As the water warmed up, I shed my clothing and took a sip of the coffee I forgot to bring to work with me. It was cold. I didn't mind, cold coffee works just as well as the hot and fresh kind, though literally anyone else would say otherwise. To each is own of course.    I walked in the shower and lathered up. I took my normal shower, smiling the whole time. I was just in a great mood that day. You ever have those days? Where everything seems to just be on your side and your mind is providing you with the joy and hope you used to have to ask for? Well, it was one of those days. Ironically, on the day the world ended, I was in a fantastic mood. It was a beautiful day regardless of anything to come.   I hopped out the shower and threw on something more comfortable. I think I planned on watching this new show I was into at the time, the Sopranos I think it was called. I was very much enjoying that show. It kind of sucks that I'll never be able to finsish. Oh well, life goes on as they say. I can attest to that.    I checked my phone as I hit the couch and whoa! All those texts were pretty startling. Something seemed to be going on.    The news said it all. They're usually on top of anything disaster related and on that day they were in usual form. An asteroid was heading our way and all hope was lost. All hope for survival, love, destiny or salvation was soon to be completely gone. I didn't say a word. I did my best to keep my cool. From what I can see, the cat was my only company until a fireball swept over the country in one foul, ugly, torrential swoop! What a sight to see. I've watched it like thirty times since I got up here.    Before I leave you, I want to tell you about what made me cry. Right before I died, I looked at my phone again and noticed a familiar name. It was my girl from all those years ago texting me that she still thought about me. A tear left my eye as if it had been waiting to leave since we last parted. I felt all my dispositions leave me as I pressed to call her number. I felt everything fall away from me as I heard the last rings I'd ever hear. I felt a lifetime of emotion bubble up through the foundation of my being and at last the floodgates opened. I sobbed and then heard her voice. She said my name. I asked if it was her. She said it was. The whole world seemed to take the backseat as I relaxed into a conversation with the one I always so secretley loved. I asked how she was doing. She laughed and the call was cut off. I heard a rumbling then and that's all I remember.      Writing Prompt Write a flash fiction story up to 700 words that involves a doomsday scenario. Anything goes, but the end of the world, or its perception, must be a driving force in your story.

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