Oscar pushed through the crowd of
people that were assembled outside the station entrance, with water trickling down
his face. From his nose, was a single water drop. As he sauntered down the
dirty steps into the station, he heard a voice from behind say “Big Issue?”
Oscar turned to see who was interrupting his trail of thought. He was faced
with an unshaved man, with a rucksack at his feet, who stood clutching a
collection of magazines. Oscar carried on:
“I hate saying no to him every morning.
He should just get the hint” he mumbled to himself and he rushed to an unclean
blue door with a male silhouette on it.
