55 – The Wasted Life

Totally random and probably inappropriate picture:

When the end comes, what will count?
Imagine a meteor striking Earth, sending death to all and sundry
watching it hit, knowing we are all even now.
Then will it matter
who has the nicer house?
Will it matter whose child has gone astray?
What will we say at the pearly gates
to justify the air we breathed, the life we ate the time we spent
living?
When it’s time to cash in our chips
what will count?

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.

Sorry, I went way over the word count, and couldn’t work in the thing that is flip side to last week. I have one written, but want to post it later.