Meinwen sighed and sank back against the paste-table, all but collapsing it with her weight. What was wrong with people? She'd set her pitch at the edge of the market – with a note from Councillor Waterman to say she had permission – but despite the number of people not a single copy of her Guide to Laverstone had been sold.
"You need a new approach," said Winston as he approached eating a warm sausage roll from the baker's. "Don't try to sell it as a guide to the town – people think they know the town. Here, let me try." He stuffed the remainder of the roll in his mouth and picked up a handful of the slim books.
"Ghosts and Demons in Laverstone," he shouted. "Mass murderers, serial killers and kidnappers! See who lives in your neighbourhood. Only a tenner today! Can you afford not to know who's watching as you run your bath?"
Meinwen had sold out by mid-day. She was so pleased she bought Winston a burger*.
*vegetarian, from sustainable soya farms.