THE BLACK AND WHITE SUIT

He lives in this world of capitalism, politics and wealth although it is not only what it lies in Oliver Meadows. 

"Dedicated to the thoughts that make you "tick"

July 23, 2017

Clay Gethen was a journalist who came to New York to pursue his dream. He arrived 3 weeks ago from Connecticut after being hired to work for the New York times. He was assigned to make an article about the recent drug dealing caught in the JFK airport. Despite the income from his job, and his $50 savings, it wasn't enough to pay off rent. He was forced to sell his 1993 Acura GS, which had high mileage and a high gas cost. With no car and a case that he had to make an article about he decided to take the subway. 

"Hello" the security guard said as Clay was making his way into the terminal. 

Clay nodded his head and smiled while going down the stairs. 

He was surprised by the large crowd of people that were waiting for the train to come. He scanned the area and saw about a dozen people on their phones, a couple fighting and a clump of teens taking aloud about their teachers. Clay spotted an empty leaner and decided that he would stay there till the train arrives. Clay yanked out his huge notepad and wrote down ideas for a good thesis for his first article. He was right beside a tall woman in her thirties or late twenties. 

"Hi" she said "The terminal is as busy as ever today."

"Yeah" he said. " Clay Gethen, I'm new to New York, and I haven't seen this big of a crowd in the subway before. I'm a new intern for the New York Times" 

She shook with him. "Annalise Dusik, I guess you gotta get used to this busy and crowded place. I'm a primary school teacher, who will hopefully not be late for work if this train comes in time. " she chuckled.

*ring, ring, ring* Annalise looked at her phone. 

"Sorry I need to take this call." she said.

Clay nodded. 

His hand began to have a mind of their own and began writing as fast as he was thinking. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear the *ding* of the train. 

He looked up at the clock. The ticking clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was 7:29. Clay looked around to see the passengers quickly grab their things as the vibrations of the train became more stronger. Everyone stands up and gets closer to the platform, waiting for their ride to arrive.

There it is, exactly half past seven when the train arrive in time. Everyone crowded trying to get a seat. Suddenly Clay was shoved by a passenger who quickly entered the train. 

"Hey man! What's your problem?" a man shouts. 

The man in the black and white suit rushes past the others to go to the next car. 

The train was jam packed and many people already took the seats. Clay stood in the train holding the handrail on the train. As the train started moving he noticed the man in the black and white suit standing near the exit of the other car. 

He was wearing white gloves, black dress shoes, a black tie and a retro black and white suit. He was in his forties, possibly married once or twice. He had white hair and a white moustache, it reminded Clay of the fake santa claus that he would always take pictures with every Christmas. It was unusual that he would constantly rub his hands like he was anxious for something. After minutes of staring at the man Clay had encountered Annalise once again. 

"I saw you getting pushed earlier, are you okay?" Annalise asked. 

"Yea, I just saw that guy in the black and white suit in hurry to get to the next car." Clay pointing to the man.