The Solid Newspaper

The Solid Newspaper
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Helen Olsson looked at the solid newspaper in her hands and felt barmy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty surroundings. She had always loved magical Berlin with its elated, excited estuaries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel barmy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Roger Jolie. Roger was an articulate do gooder with wobbly thighs and grubby warts.