The Weekday One Hundred

A coffee shop on the brink of collapse.

Teresa had been struggling with unpaid bills, unhappy vendors, and electrical problems looming. Failure was imminent until she found a note hidden near the register.

‘Keep going’ it said in Nana’s distinctive handwriting. Problem was her grandmother had passed ages ago.

Teresa sat at a table, her laptop refusing to charge while she examined the note from beyond.

Then inspiration hit: a lively cafe for singles with no outlets, no electronics allowed.

‘Trust me,’ said the second note found days later mysteriously stuck to the underside of another table.

So, she did.