Elmo placed his cup of coffee on the table next to today’s unread newspaper. He noticed the weather forecast just appearing under the fold: sunny, high in the low 70s.
He thought with horror about the faceless hordes of scantily-clad, happy city dwellers that would crowd the streets of Prague today.
He dreaded the short walk to the office in his black office clerk uniform through the street, the sweat building up on his forehead as the fraÅleins clicking closely by him on the cobblestone.
He looked forward to the chance of showers late in the week. That weather fit better with his character.
Elmo’s Angst
Published May 29, 1996
