neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/175ds/FFfAW/31/01/2017

No so funny games (171 words) By Neel Anil Panicker Little Ricky smelled an opportunity. He watched his mom as she stepped out clutching her shopping bag,  waited for her to turn around at the gate…

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neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/175ds/FFfAW/31/01/2017

Not so funny games (171 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Little Ricky smelled an opportunity.

He watched his mom as she stepped out clutching her shopping bag,  waited for her to turn around at the gate, and utter her standard warning, “Weather’s very bad. Stay inside, okey”.

He nodded his head; knew she would not be home for an hour.

That’s how it had been for the past two weeks ever since Dad had to ‘urgently leave town for office work’.

He waited for the sound of her footsteps as it hit the asphalt road leading out to the main road to recede and fade away; then tiptoed out.

In no time he had sprinted past the apartment blocks, jumping over the fence to reach the edges of the swampy grounds.

He was looking for frogs. ‘We catch them there,’ his friends boasted.

Ricky bent down near a puddle of dirty water and dipped his hand.

He felt something and yanked his hand out.

His little fingers held a Titan watch, its glass smashed.

It was his father’s. He ran out screaming.

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WELCOME !

100th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 01-31 through 02-06-2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 31, 2017

Written for FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS CHALLENGE HOSTED BY PRICELESS JOY AT

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neelwrites/fictionshortstory/250words/thursdayphotoprompt/30/01/2017

waiting

WAITING FOR DEATH   (248 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Tiptoeing past the balcony, and with his body half crouched to the floor, Peter

slid his way down the stairs, and on the first landing dragged himself behind the sandstone pillars.

He needn’t have done so__the house and its surroundings were pitch dark.

He had ensured that, having turned off the lights an hour ago, moments after seeing off his wife  wife and the two kids.

“Why don’t you spend the night at Annie’s? It’s been a while since you two met”, he had suggested to Mary during lunch.

And then looking at the way she had brightened up at his words, he had added, “and do take the kids with you, dear. You know how much they love granny”.

That had sealed it. Any opportunity to meet her sister, kids in tow, pleased Mary no end.

And now, an hour after they had left, leaving the two storied mansion to himself, Peter waited, his breath on hold, as an eerie silence pervaded the place.

Emmanuel was in town. A week ago he had read of his release. A day ago he had seen a figure hurriedly retreat into the lane.

A shiver had gone down his spine. Immanuel’s parting words before the police bundled him away rang in his ears, “I’ll be back”.

His boss was not one to give empty threats. Had no mercy for double crossers.

Above, something dropped on the velvety floor. Immanuel was in his room.

Below, Peter waited, gun in hand.

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Thursday photo prompt – Waiting #writephoto

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Written for Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge hosteed by Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/01/26/thursday-photo-prompt-waiting-writephoto/

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/whatpegmansaw/150words/30/01/2017

MAN WITH NO COUNTRY  (150 words) By Neel Anil Panicker It is a war scene outside Buffalo Niagara International Airport this Thursday afternoon. My name is Zan Win. The last I came here was a month …

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neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/whatpegmansaw/150words/30/01/2017

MAN WITH NO COUNTRY  (150 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

It is a war scene outside Buffalo Niagara International Airport this Thursday afternoon.

My name is Zan Win. The last I came here was a month ago, in December. My two sons were joining us from Myanmar.

I‘ve been standing here for six hours. The placard in my hand screams ‘Silence is Betrayal.’

The sky above is one feisty insignia.

The one to my left reads, ‘No Muslim Ban’.

I turn my eyes towards its owner. Tall and heavily built, the man’s sporting a mane of delightfully unkept hair that has branched out to cover his sagging jaw line, almost eclipsing his upper neck.

He notices me noticing him, stops his war cry, and favours me with a kindly smile.

“Where are you from”?

‘Iran,’ he replies, quickly adding, “resettled Iranian immigrant”.

I am too. But, now I wonder, what that means.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017#fiction#shortstory/whatpegmansaw#150words

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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Today, Pegman visits Buffalo, NY.  This location was suggested by Prior.

Feel free to stroll around using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

To enjoy stories inspired by the What Pegman Saw prompt or to submit your own 150-word story, visit the InLinkz button:

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neelwrites/fiction/shortlinetales/100wordstory/29/01/2017

DEADLY LOVE

By Neel Anil Panicker

Long after she had emptied all the six bullets into his brain, and much after she had checked and confirmed that Vinay, her husband of ten years, was truly dead, did she draw the curtains aside.

As the harsh rays of the afternoon sun seeped in through the Venetian blinds and struck her sleep deprived face, she realized, albeit very slowly, the enormity of what she had accomplished.

After what seemed an eternity, she picked up the phone, stabbed a number, waited for the call to be picked up, and then coolly stated, “He’s dead, as promised. Meet you at the airport”.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017#fiction/shortstory/threelinetales#102words

three line tales week 52: sunrise church in France

Three Line Tales, Week 52

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Three Line Tales, Week 52