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This started as a writing exercise as I sat at the coffee shop observing people for character development.
Reading over it one day I decided to write a short story based on the characters. I kept it in the form of a journal.
It is morning, the coffee shop just opened. The coffee shop people start early. Made my rounds through the bargain books. ‘Last Chance’ the sign says as the books are lined up on the shelves ready to march out the door after being rejected by the reading people. Losing to the self made best sellers, the book tours the media has used to manipulate the minds of the consumer into believing this makes the book. ‘Best of the Year…. Incredible piece of writing…. Better writer than ‘who ever’ yeah…sure. Sorry last chance; guess you needed a better PR company. Guess my writing frustration is showing again.
Settling down with a bagel and a tall cup of dark roast coffee with a shot of espresso. Why do they look at you like you are some sort of unknown creature when you don’t want cream in the coffee and no cream cheese or butter for the bagel… I am different…so?
Ok… who is here today?
Morning seems to bring contractors, businessmen, elderly, everyone. Different types of people at different times of the day just have to find your time and type. Seems the coffee shop is the 21st century meeting place. Who would have thought a five-dollar cup of coffee could do so much.
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