Leap Year at the Coffee Shop is how strangers became friends.
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Red San Publishing
It was a cold, blustery and rainy Sunday morning on February 29th, in a leap year. Mitch Lucas called his mother early and said he would come over to spend the day. Mitch spent almost every Sunday with Mom. She was dying and he never knew when would be the last time to see her alive. He could not imagine life without the woman who gave him life. The woman he loved so dearly.
Mom had a cold and did not want Mitch to catch it. She told him, "Please don't come over today Mitchell, I don't want you to get sick." He reluctantly agreed but could not get those words out of his mind. After all, Mother was always there for him.
So instead of visiting Mom he decided to go to his favorite coffee shop. He went there every Saturday, but never on a Sunday. Today was different.
The coffee shop had everything he liked: Coffee, Baristas and its own blend of unique décor. Mitch loved to come in on a cold day and warm his hands with a hot cup of coffee, prepared just the way he liked it. Made only the way Baristas of Seattle could, where coffee shops were a way of life.
Mitch was the first customer to walk in this February 29th, and the last to walk out. He spent the entire day at his favorite coffee shop. Something he never did before. Why? It started with a strange lady who walked in out of the rain and ended with another holding a dark-red umbrella, in the rain. An instrument designed to shield, absorbed the sadness of two strangers.
Leap Year at the Coffee Shop is how strangers became friends through their undeniable need to share one another's sorrow. It is also where Mitch Lucas shook hands with destiny, understanding his life's purpose. Come in and eavesdrop.
THE COFFEE SHOP had everything he liked. And the coffee; let’s just say Mitch took pleasure in his only real vise, indulging whenever he could. All the coffee girls knew how he liked it. Mitch could not disguise his happy face at the coffee shop. He belonged there.
This is also where Mitch heard a hundred different stories from almost as many people. Unfortunately, most of the stories were dull and contrived. Mitch detested liars, yet he always seemed to catch people in lies. He didn’t care about trivial canards, everyone told those. It was deliberate deceit that got under his skin.
On February 29th in a leap year, Mitch shook hands with destiny. An extra ¼ day left over each year that added up to one day out of every four. A day mankind needed to balance the books after he discovered the passage of time.
On a blustery, rainy day he was privileged to listen to the most genuine and peculiar stories he ever heard. Divine intervention or quirk of fate?—He didn’t know. Come in out of the cold, where it’s warm, to Mitch’s favorite coffee shop and eavesdrop.