Janel's...Naturally

One

The fog withdrew spilling sunlight into the bay windows on Main Street. 

The last chair was carefully placed over the freshly sanded and polished pine floors.  Each bistro table had a small vase – mostly yellow and white daffodils, baby’s breath and some greenery.  Even the tin ceiling with its unique squares were freshly cleaned.  The maize fresco walls warmed the café.

                                    It was still cool outside.  Another week would steal the coolness in   

                         this southern Appalachian town. Spring is like that.  Unpredictable. 

She hoped her client’s would not be.  She needed them supportive.  Especially now.  Nearly seven o’clock in the morning.  Janel carefully placed the “OPEN” sign in the window as Robert turned the lighted sign on.  It was official.   

Open for business.