The Coffee Shop

The moment I walked into the coffee shop, I knew it was where I would write my bestselling novel. Within twenty minutes, I had heard so much juicy gossip, I knew who, where and when my characters would live, work and who they were married to. I put on headphones so those who were around me wouldn’t think twice about what they would talk about. I wanted the other coffee shop customers to keep spilling the details on the small-town life I had immersed myself in. 

I had long ago wanted to live in a small town and get out of the hustle, bustle and business of New York City. When I was twenty-one, New York City had been the perfect place for me to live and I loved every second of it. Now as I was approaching my mid-thirties, New York City was not the place for me any longer. I was tired of the noise. The honking. The sirens. I loved the people because there were so many different and unique backgrounds. The people were the only thing I would miss about living in a big city. But as I quickly found out, small towns had almost just as much drama as big cities. There were scandals. There was lying. There was cheating. And as the women next to me kept talking, I soon found out there was even murder. I just needed to find out who was newly dead.