A Nose For Intrigue

This is a  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers submission and, perhaps, a companion piece to this one.  Try as a might, it seems that whenever I see a photograph like this one, courtesy of S.Writings, my mind always takes me in one direction. I’ve no idea what this says about me…


Rocky had negotiated life’s little upheavals with a smile on his face.  When he was made redundant, he didn’t let it get him down. Instead, he took it as a chance to branch out, to try something new. He’d never really wanted to follow his brothers into the family business. Back in school, he’d wanted to be a private detective. Now, he realised, he could. His dad even let him keep the company car. Trouble was, it might have delighted circus-goers when he drove it through a burning hoop, but it was horribly conspicuous on a stakeout. It didn’t help either, that the wheels kept falling off at inopportune moments or that the horn played the Birdie Song every time he drove off. It took 2 weeks before he was back at the job centre, looking for circusses with an opening for a clown in a raincoat.



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5 responses to “A Nose For Intrigue

  1. Haha! Seems the car determined what direction his life went in. Poor guy. He can’t be a detective because he drives a clown’s car. Great story! I enjoyed reading it.

  2. Very intriguing story of a dramatic change in profession.

  3. Maybe he should have made a few modifications to the car before he made his career change! A fun story. 🙂

  4. I thought “clown car” as well when I saw this photo. I went a different way in the end, but loved your take on it.

  5. I can’t even begin to imagine a detective in that car 🙂

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