Product Description
After he called his mother on a cold, blustery Sunday morning, Mitch Lucas could sense something wrong. Her weak, frail voice telling him not to visit because she was sick seemed different. This quirk of fate is what made Mitch walk into his favorite coffee shop on a Sunday instead of a Saturday. There, he meets the people that influence the rest of his life. A gardener, real estate agent, an old soldier and a strange lady with a red umbrella share their unique stories with Mitch. Why? Because he listened.
Leap year at the coffee shop is about life, death and the triumphs and tragedies in between that bind us all together. On February 29th in a leap year, at his favorite coffee shop, on one fateful day, Mitch Lucas realizes his destiny. Something he had always known but never understood until the people he met became his friends, if only for one day. –The Publisher
EXCERPT
Mitch sat back in his chair and took a long slow look around the coffee shop. Every person at each table was engaged in conversation. Hand gestures with facial expressions to emphasize key elements of story. How could people be so engrossed in their own narrative and yet oblivious to their surroundings? He looked around at the nameless faces and recognized someone sitting at a booth away from the crowd—in the darkest corner. No paper, no coffee, just sitting there looking out the window.
Leap year at the coffee shop is about life, death and the triumphs and tragedies in between that bind us all together. On February 29th in a leap year, at his favorite coffee shop, on one fateful day, Mitch Lucas realizes his destiny. Something he had always known but never understood until the people he met became his friends, if only for one day. –The Publisher
EXCERPT
Mitch sat back in his chair and took a long slow look around the coffee shop. Every person at each table was engaged in conversation. Hand gestures with facial expressions to emphasize key elements of story. How could people be so engrossed in their own narrative and yet oblivious to their surroundings? He looked around at the nameless faces and recognized someone sitting at a booth away from the crowd—in the darkest corner. No paper, no coffee, just sitting there looking out the window.
