It was 4 a.m. on early Friday morning and the road that stretched in front of Elmo was desolate. Elmo was starting to think about how he is alone in the world, when he felt a crusty element poking the inside of his sinuses. As he pulled up to an intersection with a red light, he decided to let his fingers explore the damp domain of his nose. As his first knuckle entered the darkness he got the feeling that he was being watched. To his left, a lovely woman in a Toyota Camry waved approval. “Oh well,” Elmo thought, “At least it will be mostly sunny today with the high around 60 degrees with heavy winds. Saturday will be breezy and mild with the high around 70.”
Private moments
Published May 9, 1997
