I think about the time a regular walked in, just to get her usual latte, and then shared a short story about her childhood in a small town. It was a simple conversation, but the way she described the way people used to gather in that dusty square made me think about how ordinary places can hold so much hidden drama. I found myself sketching the scene in my notebook, turning those quiet words into a short story about how a small town’s square becomes a quiet stage for a community’s unspoken struggles. That ordinary latte, that ordinary chat—it lit a spark in me.

It’s amazing how a simple cup can stir up so much. I’ll keep brewing those quiet moments and let them simmer into stories that fight the silence. Thanks for the push—let’s keep the fire alive.