J. W. Burchfield

A Plea of Forgiveness

The bells of the café clatter together as you open the door. You hear a lot of cheerful good mornings and a “welcome in”. The smell of roasted coffee fills your nose and you hear your stomach growl. The atmosphere of the coffee shop is quiet, but the continuous sound of typing, the grinding of coffee and milk being steamed engulfs the shop. People are listening to music and are too busy on their computers or phones, sipping on their Frappuccino’s or Americanos to mind any attention to you.