Spurious Stories
Romance and Chip Shops
I considered making a living by writing stories with subliminal, almost undetectable, advertising embedded within them.
See if you can find the subtle references to a chip shop in this piece of romantic fiction.
She lost herself in his eyes as he grasped her to him powerfully.
“Can I have a pickled egg? I didn’t say when I phoned it in but they don’t mind adding things afterwards. It’s no bother.”
He stood there in his uniform, his hand on the hilt of his sword as regarded her with barely restrained desire.
He then noticed, to his concealed astonishment, that the breaded fish supper was scarcely more expensive than the standard one.
“Lady Carlisle, of course. I would rather face the czar’s armies alone than trifle with your affections,” He drew her closer to him, gripping her tightly, “But I fear there is something cold within you. Part of you that will not yield to me easily.”
She reached into the folds of her dress, “No, that’s just my can of Tizer. You get a free can with every large supper.”
His passion suddenly finding no boundary he embraced her. Yet her explanation preyed upon his mind. A free can? Outstanding value indeed!
That night they were not divided, entwined together in a wheelie bin, the rest of the world a mere memory.
Except for the 3 for 2 offer on fritters, which was unforgettable. 3 for 2? And a free can? It was like finding money in the street for God’s sake!