This week’s Friday flash fiction was inspired by my inbox… tediously full of sales emails this morning.
Checking the door was firmly closed, Ardell’s Head of Marketing opened her desk drawer.
She poured herself a hefty slug of bourbon. It had been a stressful few months. Sales at Ardells had suffered and its management team twitched nervously.
“What can we do?” they railed. They lowered prices, they extended opening hours and they employed the pushiest salespeople, incentivising them with impossible targets.
Nothing had worked – and now it was Thanksgiving. She hadn’t even made it home to her family.
Oh well, she might as well put on a sale tomorrow. Call it something.
Black Friday maybe?