Today’s free association word of the day is ginormous.
“That’s … big.”
“That’s very big.”
“Ginormous.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Her head cocked. “But slow.”
“Anything that big,” he said in a pedantic tone, “will seem to move slowly from a distance. Like jets. Or clouds.”
“But that looks like slow motion.”
“Still probably moving at hundreds of miles an hour.”
“Huh. I guess.”
It grew dark.
“Honey?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For — well, everything I should be sorry for. You know.”
“No worries.” A pause. “Sure is big.”
“And moving faster.”
The foot trod upon them, and most of the city, with a sound like the end of the world.