"You dropped your Elton John glasses into the abyss?" Granny Gold repeated."My bright red ones, shaped like stars -"
"Yes, I am aware of the optical extravagance of Elton John, thank you!" Granny Gold snapped. "Well, we'll just have to go back and get them, won't we? Sorry to break up the happy family reunion. Come on, Brandon."
"I'm not going all the way back there," snarled Brandon. "And I thought the abyss was bottomless? How can Grandad get his glasses back?"
Granny Gold smiled nastily. "I'll find a way."
"Dad!" cried Richard suddenly. "Don't go with her!"
Grandad nodded compliantly. "Go with her, you say? Come on, dear." He shuffled off behind Granny Gold, who was still smiling.
"Dad! No!" Richard ran in front of his parents and pulled his father's arm. "You don't realise. You never have. She's evil! She doesn't even like Elton John!"
Granny Gold took Grandad's arm and marched him quickly away. "Say goodbye to your father nicely, Richard," she called over her shoulder.
"Dad!"
Richard's cries soon disappeared. Granny and Grandad Gold walked back through Plastic St until the road abruptly stopped. There was the abyss, in all its glorious nothingness.
"Can you see them?" Granny Gold asked, pushing Grandad Gold towards the edge.
"No, I need my close-up glasses for that," Grandad muttered, rummaging in his pockets yet again.
"But you look so handsome without them!" Granny Gold cooed. "It's just like when we were first married."
"Really?" Grandad Gold beamed, turning to look at her.
"Yes, I wanted to push you off a cliff then, too. Goodbye for ever!"
Granny Gold gave her husband an enormous shove. She just couldn't resist it this time. Silently he fell off the edge, and after a few seconds Granny Gold heard a distant thump. Cautiously she made her way as far forward as she could and peered over.
"I've had a bit off a fall," said Grandad Gold's tiny voice. "Do I have a personal panic button which instantly alerts the emergency services, like the fictional Mrs Hope in the old magazine ads?"
"No," said Granny Gold.
