The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 9

“That can’t be good,” she said.

He followed her gaze. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, dear.” He glanced at her. Her neck was stiff. Her mouth hung open. Her hand was at her throat.

“But why can’t we hear it?”

He grabbed her elbow. “Light,” he said, “travels faster than sound of course. And it’s very, very far away.”

“Oh, well that’s good,” she said, straining to watch as he pulled her along.

High above them, the yellow sun was slowly and quietly exploding.