Oscar 1
Oscar was sitting on a bench waiting for the bus; he was getting out of paying for gas. The air was humid and Oscar was wearing a t-shirt with no distinct logo on it. The bench he was sitting on was blue and had hexagonal holes cut into it. The clear plastic box around him had some advertisement on it, but the ad lacked force and sank into the background of the concrete environment. A sign, a yellow one marked the bus stop and its destinations: line 6A, Sanford; line 7A, Nelson; line 8A, Williams. Oscar was going on line 8A. He had, lying in his lap, a black briefcase with a lock embedded underneath the leather handle. Oscar looked at his watch, a golden trinket made by a generic company; not bought, the watch was given to him by his mother for his birthday. It was 6:30am.