I escaped to Starbucks Saturday morning, in an effort to get out of my cleaning lady’s way. Well, in an effort to avoid the chores she’d have given me, if I’d stayed home. I had some writing to do, so staying home wasn’t an option anyway. I’d never have been able to concentrate with all the tumult and the noise from the vacuum.
When I first arrived it was very quiet. There were only about five or six other people. Shocking, really. It’s always packed in there. Not that I was complaining, mind you.
Got a yoghurt and a coffee and snagged a seat at the harvest table, which is my preference. More room to spread out. Didn’t take long before I was totally engrossed in what I was doing. Oblivious to anything going on around me. Unaware of anyone coming or going. Didn’t even have a clue what time it was.
Suddenly there was a blood curdling scream directly behind me. And I do mean blood curdling. High pitched Continue reading