Chantel Manley

Final Wish

The day started like any other, a quiet drizzle coated the windows of the coffee shop and customers grimaced at the rain as though the autumn weather was inconsiderate. Freshly ground coffee and the warm smell of right-out-of-the-oven cookies lured customers in as they walked by. The easy low-fi music mingled with the sound of the grinders and the mumbled conversations. People ambled in, eyes half open, gave a weak half-smile to anyone who looked in their direction while they waited for their coffee orders.