“I wish you wouldn’t read at the table,” Brawnie said, chewing a morsel of sourdough bagel.
“Listen to this,” Sean replied. “If you could travel through space at the speed of light, time would stop.”
He aimed his fork at the mushroom omelet on his plate. “You wouldn’t experience time at all.”
Brawnie thought a moment, drinking the last of his sparkling white wine. “In that formulation, you wouldn’t be habitually late.”
“And your pecs would be perfect forever,” Sean quipped.
“Speaking of late,” he quickly continued, “why do you think our Christmas cactus waited for February to finally bloom?”
“Is that why we’re having Prosecco for breakfast?”
“If you need a reason to celebrate,” Sean suggested, “that’s as good as any, don’t you think?”
Copyright 2019 by Brian Dean Powers