Fat Old Sun (Not by David Gilmore)

[unseentangerine]

I just like listening to George Costanza's parents. I think I will probably write more like this.


“That dinner party should've been called a thinner party—their food's awful.” emphasized Nev.
“I just wanna get home.” Henry grumbled.
“Henry, slow down, you always drive too fast, Henry!” she nagged.
“It's late; I gotta get up in the morning. Besides, we're almost there.”
“You're the one who wanted to stick around for wine.—Henry, look! There's something wrong with the sun! It's huge!”
“Willickers Nev, how long were we gone?”
“I told you! I told you that if we approached the speed of light it'd only make it later when we got home!”