This morning, Elmo’s car key twisted off in the door’s frozen lock. A jagged metal chunk stuck out of the hole like a fractured bone; Elmo dolefully examined the remainder of the truncated key in his hand. “Why do I live in this godforsaken place?” he thought, knowing winter was fast approaching. After all, today is partly sunny early with increasing clouds by afternoon. High of 25 to 30. Wind east to northeast 8 to 12 mph. Tomorrow will be cloudy with a few flurries or sprinkles. High of 30 to 35. A small respite in the coming onslaught. He thought of a job in Guam and a breakfast of mangos. Mmmm, mangos. …
South Pacific Elmo
Published November 18, 1996
