A day at the Bush bar

Ogar stood with his hands at akimbo. His eyes scanned through the parameter countless times for several minutes.

The sun concentrated on the small of his back and shone. He could almost bet that spot might be burnt, I should remove his shirt to check.

Of all times it happened to be today he forgot his sunglasses at home. An umbrella had never been an option like the one in the house, he considered elaborate for the trip. On a rainy day, it could shield a family of four. He would look ridiculous going about in an umbrella of such size.

He took two steps further.

Could this be the place Ramses spoke to him about? He followed his directions yet it seemed like he had reached a dead end.

"Young man it's like you are looking for someone. Could it be that you are looking for a place?" a voice questioned.

Ogar turned to see a middle-aged man in traditional regalia.

He had his white niger-delta shirt on. His black hat matched his pair of pants.