Death by Marketing: Short Fiction Clean Romance Cozy Mystery Fantasy
By J. R. Kruze
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i was facing sure death - my own.
Not like my former partner faked hers - this was an actual slow grind that was really wearing me down. Inevitable unless I changed something. Because that's what my doctor said.
Like getting your arteries clogged - slow and ultimately painful death. You just don't know it until you wind up with a heart that won't run and keep your body running. Death - slow, but sure.
Then I spotted that ad. And my heart skipped a beat. In a good way.
This guy really knew how to write. And he wants a committed female marketer. Single. Eye roll - for sure.
If that ad wasn't so curious, I'd swear he just wants some hack writer bimbo to bed, who'd last only as long as he kept throwing money at her. But still - it wouldn't hurt to find out where he learned to write like that.
Only I still needed to last at least that long. Just to meet this guy.
One last adventure...
Excerpt:
Then I saw it. That ad. Like the fabled "Shackleton ad". But not quite.
Paying by the word meant a certain budget to stay within. So word choices were precise. Short, concise, pointed. And mystery just dripping off it.
What I read between the lines cast a lot of doubt as to this guy's intentions.
"Genius Female Marketer Needed."
Probably wanted a bimbo to bed while she wrote his ads and took him for anything she could.
The next lines were all Shackleton - "enough adventure to last the rest of your lifetime."
So that bimbo he wanted was probably a mail-order bride.
The next two lines were just more along that line – about rigors, hardship, not returning the same.
And the usual one about "fame and renown possible upon success."
Everyone knew the Shackleton ad was a fake. So why did this guy use it as a model? Or was this another A/B ad to see what pulled better?
But the last line was the real hook: "Priceless secrets disclosed upon acceptance – Only to The One who Qualifies."
A complete buy-now, and extremely limited quantities.
No, I wasn't interested in becoming anyone's bedded bimbo. Even for the few days or a year I had left.
The "priceless secrets disclosed" had me going, though. Sure, I had enough time to do some treasure hunting. Now that I had nothing else to do.
And for the first time in years, I got interested in something. This ad – and finding the guy who could write so well in such a limited space. Maybe he needed a job. And maybe I wouldn't mind being his bimbo if those "secrets" were worth it.
So I pulled out my phone and called the newspaper. Classified Ad department.
- - - -
And their response was even more curious. They had a small form to send out, so I just drove over and picked it up. Filled it out while standing at their little counter. They said they would send it off.
What they didn't tell me was that it was to be sent by next-day express service.
Two day's later, I got one of those at my home address. Even had to sign for it. And once I pulled open the zip-strip on that cardboard sleeve, the only thing in it was a simple note-sized paper with a street address on a rural road, and precise latitude and longitude.
All above an appointment for one o'clock three days from now. Not anything about how it was negotiable, or convenient. It just so happened to be on a Friday.
No signature. Block-printed hand-lettered. Each line precisely centered.
Smelled like coffee, maybe fried food.
Curiouser and curiouser.
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J. R. Kruze
J. R. has always been interested in the strange, mysterious, and wonderful. Writing speculative fiction is perfect for him, as he's never fit into any mold. And always been working to find the loopholes in any "pat system." Writing parables for Living Sensical seemed a simpler way to help his stories come to life.
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Death by Marketing - J. R. Kruze
I WAS FACING SURE DEATH - my own.
Not like my former business partner faked hers - this was an actual slow grind that was really wearing me down. Inevitable unless I changed something. Because that's what my doctor said.
Like getting your arteries clogged - slow and ultimately painful death. You just don't know it until you wind up with a heart that can't keep your body running. Death - slow, but sure.
Then I spotted that ad. And my heart skipped a beat. In a good way.
This guy really knew how to write. And he wants a committed female marketer. Single. That rates an eye roll - for sure.
If that ad wasn't so curious, I'd swear he just wants some hack-writer bimbo to bed, who'd last only as long as he kept throwing money at her. Still - it wouldn't hurt to find out where he learned to write like that.
But I still needed to last at least that long. Just to meet this guy.
One last adventure.
I
"They Laughed When I Sat Down at the Piano. But When I Started to Play! –
IT ALL STARTED WITH that last Doctor's visit. I came out of his office with a new prescription. He wanted me to switch over to some new anti-depression medication that wouldn't react with anything else I was taking. But he still didn't change his prognosis for me. I read that piece of paper with its hieroglyphic scrawls. Then I found out I was close to a city sidewalk trash bin. So I wadded the damn thing up and pitched it in.
I looked up into the misty sky overhead and squinted against the sunshine.
The hell with him. And that voice in my head. You're gonna live maybe a month, maybe a few years. Or maybe next week. It all depends.
That' s what he said. Smug little man. Pretty framed diploma on the wall. And he had a cutesy secretary to line people up to arrive on time and receive his prescriptions. Probably gets paid off by the local pharmaceutical reps. Fat hell he's done any good for me except just keep taking my insurance money and the co-pay and everything above that.
All to tell me that I was dying. No hope for me.
Not like I didn't see it coming. I spent all the extra time I could working at my advertising firm. Or what we called marketing
. And we were the best in the state. More work than we could handle. I had to turn businesses away. Of course, we did really good work for those we had and they all paid their bills on time, and often sent bonuses over in addition to their fruit baskets and tickets to in-town games.
Which were all appreciated.
None of that helped my health though.
Funny thing is, I was too young to die. Yes, I'd put on some weight, and I was, well, over 30 and no prospects in sight. (Not that I'd given anyone much chance, since I was busy working all the time.) Hell, I was half-way to 40 and at this rate, I wasn't going to arrive there.
I decided if I was going to die, then I didn't need to be taking any more drugs that weren't going to cure anything. Because what he was treating
wasn't anything physical.
No, I didn't drink, hardly ever touched any street drugs - and regretted those I tried. Because they didn't do any good. I didn't overeat, but I liked my pastries and chocolate like any woman does. But my shape was still good enough to keep a few eyes following me in the local stores and sidewalks. And yes, I still got regular requests for dates.
But I turned them down for the same reason as always.
Too much work.
And it was killing me. That work had become humdrum, average, usual. High-quality usual. And average, normal – those things kill you.
Since my life was my work, and my work was now routine, I was doing nothing that I got excited or enthused about.
I took some days off. And found out that the place ran just fine without me. No, that didn't cheer me up. I was satisfied that those guys and gals I'd hired and trained managed everything without me.
And again, no – that still didn't cheer me up.
Because I had nothing else to live for outside of my business – the one that I'd moved out here from New York and built into the best in the state, probably the entire Midwest.
Maybe the best explanation for these feellings was that empty-nester
syndrome. But not because I'd had any kids. That business was my only child - and it was now on it's own. It didn't need me to coddle and pick it up when it fell any more. It could walk on it's own just fine.
Which meant I could do anything I wanted, because I'd still get my salary and bonus percentages until I died or sold the business to someone else.
But I had nothing else to do, and nowhere else to go.
I PICKED UP MY DAILY newspaper, then sat at my old kitchen table. And found myself looking through the ads in it. I always skipped the news and looked through the big ads first, front to back, then went back to check the classifieds.
It was an old habit I had from when I was looking for new talent. Classifieds gave me a hint of what someone could do if they got the right training.
Old habits