You Dear, Sweet Man
by Thomas Neviaser
Genre:
Psychological Suspense
Psychological Suspense
Would you give up your life to enter an unknown world just to eat a
hamburger? A fast-food company creates the Ultimate Perfect Ad, a 3D
form of motion with a model having an evil agenda. Her telepathic
ability has special powers over men, utilizing a simple phrase, “You
dear, sweet man." Her plan jeopardizes a blue collar worker's
life as he realizes that advertising is not as glamorous as it seems
and that his relationship with the woman's ultra-ego has defined his
destiny from which he may never escape.
hamburger? A fast-food company creates the Ultimate Perfect Ad, a 3D
form of motion with a model having an evil agenda. Her telepathic
ability has special powers over men, utilizing a simple phrase, “You
dear, sweet man." Her plan jeopardizes a blue collar worker's
life as he realizes that advertising is not as glamorous as it seems
and that his relationship with the woman's ultra-ego has defined his
destiny from which he may never escape.
The subway ad is enticing. One might even consider it elegant as well. A
beautiful woman, sitting atop a desk in a sparsely decorated office,
staring directly at Bobby Fastow, a blue collar worker, on his way to
his monotonous yet physically exhausting job. The photograph has
an unusual charisma, a spectacular presence. It seemingly leaps
off and out of the poster.
beautiful woman, sitting atop a desk in a sparsely decorated office,
staring directly at Bobby Fastow, a blue collar worker, on his way to
his monotonous yet physically exhausting job. The photograph has
an unusual charisma, a spectacular presence. It seemingly leaps
off and out of the poster.
Bobby Fastow intensely absorbs the information directed at him.
BurgerBlast, his favorite fast food restaurant, famous for
quick service and reliable, if not artery-choking fare, is announcing
a new name and a new direction.
BurgerBlast, his favorite fast food restaurant, famous for
quick service and reliable, if not artery-choking fare, is announcing
a new name and a new direction.
But, in the world of advertising, nothing is as it seems. What if the line
that separates an advertisement from the real world were erased? What
if an image stepped from an ad and beckoned you to follow it back,
inviting you to melt into its world. Could you resist? Bobby Fastow
couldn't, and his decision would turn his world upside down.
that separates an advertisement from the real world were erased? What
if an image stepped from an ad and beckoned you to follow it back,
inviting you to melt into its world. Could you resist? Bobby Fastow
couldn't, and his decision would turn his world upside down.
“Get
Fit, Eat Fast Food!” read the poster above the subway window.
Bobby
had noticed advertisements posted here many times before, but this ad seemed to
leap out of its metal frame and demand his attention. Bobby Fastow had ridden
the subway to and from work for most of his adult life. As a
low-to-middle-income, unskilled factory worker with a wife and two daughters,
he had struggled from paycheck to paycheck. Sometimes, he felt there was
something unfair about it all. It didn’t matter if his knees ached, he had a
terrible cold, he felt down and out, or
there
was a foot of snow on the ground. No circumstance seemed to warrant a day off
because every dollar earned was a dollar needed for survival.
So,
Monday through Friday, he boarded the 6:04 a.m. subway, sat down in whatever
seat was available, nodded his head, and tried to catch as much shuteye as
possible. “Shuteye” was different from sleep. Bobby didn’t always nod off
because he was tired, but closing his eyes meant he could shut out and escape
the real world around him and enter another level of consciousness more of his
choosing.
Today,
he was going to close his eyes, but there, in front of him, was an
advertisement illustrating a most attractive woman, whose features were
conjuring up feelings he’d had only when younger. He let his overweight body
slide forward in his seat, rested the back of his head on the subway window
behind him, and closed his eyes. He imagined this woman sitting across from him
in a bar.
She’s
reaching across the table and taking my hand, bringing it to her lips, then
lowering my hand onto her thigh, and leaning slowly forward, puckering her
lips.
The
emotion from this fantasy was so inviting, almost real. Maybe too unbelievably
real for Bobby Fastow!
Just
before her lips touched his, the subway swayed and jarred his eyes open. He
knew from experience that another stop was imminent. Suddenly anxious, Bobby
checked the station sign to be sure he hadn’t missed his stop. He was not sure
how long he had been daydreaming.
Noticing
he had a few stops remaining, he wiped his damp, shiny forehead, sighed with
relief, and straightened his bulbous body back upright in his seat. He had gone
into this make-believe world too deeply several times over the years and passed
by his destination. It wasn’t the embarrassment, hassle, or frustration of
getting back to his exit that bothered him but the prolonged ribbing he had to
endure from his fellow employees for being late. This was what he really
dreaded. He had never
been
late in his twenty-plus years of work.
“Get
Fit, Eat Fast Food!” What in the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Bobby
let his gaze drift from the headline to the photograph beneath it depicting a
young, strikingly slender woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a
black pantsuit and white blouse with ruffles around her neck. He noticed her
silky nylons but was surprised she had no shoes on. She was sitting at the end
of a long oak conference table with her legs crossed, Indian-style, her right
elbow placed on her knee, her forearm and hand supporting her chin. The table
was not unique and could have
been
found in countless board rooms across the country. Bobby gazed at her face:
beautiful, soft, but with minimal makeup. She was looking at the other end of
the table at a hamburger and fries smothered in ketchup. Below the photo were
dishes of salad, fruit, and broiled chicken, and a
message
that read:
Fit’n’Fast, Inc.
The
Food You Crave Without the Guilt
We
will select the finest ingredients with your tastes and health in mind.
We
will make your dining choices easier by providing delicious and nutritious
choices to suit all tastes and budgets.
Today,
Fit’n’Fast, Inc. is synonymous with the words healthy dining, quality food, and
of course, our fast, personal service. Our ability to deliver unique, quality
foods in a time-sensitive, fast, and casual
environment
is unrivaled.
(Formerly
BurgerBlast, Inc.)
Bobby
assumed the model ate the healthy selections rather than the traditional burger
and fries. That certainly seemed to be the obvious message the ad meant to
convey; however, Bobby was amazed that BurgerBlast, Inc., the fast-food takeout
restaurant that had hawked greasy burgers, fries doused in sugar, and gaseous
sodas for years had now become FitnFast, Inc., a health-conscious corporation.
In
spite of its new name, Bobby knew he would continue to refer to he restaurant
as The Greasy Spoon. He knew it well because he had eaten hundreds of meals at
BurgerBlast, Inc., and now it was copying other restaurants of its type and
advertising the hell out of it. He also knew that hundreds of gullible folks
would go to the restaurant to stand in line and soon become captives of the
smell of their greasy burgers and fries and conveniently forget the healthy
food.
It
has to be a ploy to get them into the joint.
~
~ ~
The
forty-six-minute subway ride was over, and Bobby exited the subway, along with
the hordes of other nine-to-five working stiffs, to enter his private purgatory
of work orders, printing presses, and
drudgery.
This was his world, where nothing changed from day to day and everyone watched
the clock until quitting time.
The
memory of that young woman on the conference table with no shoes continued to
stir his imagination. As he exited the subway terminal and walked up the
concrete steps to the street, the heat of the day engulfed him.
It’s
going to be a hot one today.
As
he hustled across the street and into the Page Newspaper Company’s print shop,
the image of the ad and the woman to whom he had been so physically attracted
just minutes ago gradually
disappeared…—but
not for long.
Dr. Neviaser is a retired orthopaedic surgeon and author of many medical articles,
papers, presentations, and contributions to medical texts. He’s
written extensively on shoulder conditions, his specialty. He is
available as a speaker on most orthopaedic conditions. His
dynamic presentations involve a great deal of audience participation
and personalized attention to attendees.
papers, presentations, and contributions to medical texts. He’s
written extensively on shoulder conditions, his specialty. He is
available as a speaker on most orthopaedic conditions. His
dynamic presentations involve a great deal of audience participation
and personalized attention to attendees.
Dr. Neviaser is proud of his orthopedic guide book for the lay person, THE WAY I SEE
IT: A Head-to-Toe Guide Guide To Common Orthopaedic Conditions and
his first novel, YOU DEAR SWEET MAN.
IT: A Head-to-Toe Guide Guide To Common Orthopaedic Conditions and
his first novel, YOU DEAR SWEET MAN.
He is now especially excited to introduce to his new novel, THE MYSTERY OF FLIGHT 2222,
to be published this 2018 summer.
Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!
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