Reading the Newspaper

He sat on a bench near a busy intersection, across from the park. The sun bathed his skin as he read the newspaper. His pants did not reach his shined black leather dress shoes, exposing thin checkerboard gray and black socks. He flipped the paper and shifted his tie, which was still pulled tight around his neck. Robert decided what his life was to be nearly forty years ago and had changed very little since then.

He started working in his father's jewelry shop shortly before the incident. Robert decided as he was looking upon his father's body in the casket that he would remember him best if he kept the shop running, and that became his only goal.