The Daytime Comet

The daytime comet is about to streak across the sky. Hiding in the shadows below, I count down the seconds to its death. Suddenly, an app notification lights up my phone. Panicking, I dial a number, practically losing my mind. Through the weak signal, her long-lost voice is ice-cold, while our child laughs in the background. I sob and scream hysterically into the receiver, but she just coldly mutters, "You really are a psycho," and hangs up. The comet arrives exactly on time. Its death has come. As the comet shatters above me, its massive, burning fragments rain down, completely destroying my world.