By Neel Anil Panicker

“Don’t move. Just hold your breath”.

Mathew’s voice was a bare whisper. Inches behind him and crouched on all fours, Abhijeet nodded his head, his face a mangled mass of anxiety and at kissing distance of his best friend-cum-partner in crime’s fat arse.

The two made an unwholesome sight, their wiry bodies all bare waist upwards and covered in mud and with their knees deep in storm water slush, with their legs and other bodily extrusions jutting out at angles unknown to human expertise.

Pyrotechnics notwithstanding, the two chums waited, their wearied but expectant eyes looking upwards, over the wrought iron gates of the massive all stone mansion, towards the third floor bedroom window.

‘Come on, it is freezing cold in here. Come on, you can’t keep us waiting for ever’, mumbled Mathew.

“My knees are hurting. I think it’s the wires. I can smell blood”

‘Asshole, for God’s sake, keep quiet’.

“Mathew, I tell you this is all…”


A flicker of the curtains, the silhouette of a moving candle, and then seconds later, a raised hand and the slightest of opening of the lower window sill.

Mathew broke into a faint smile.

Blood may be thicker than water, but love, even a poor man’s, is the thickest of them all.


Sunday Photo Fiction – January 1st 2017


I want to wish every single one of you
a Happy and Prosperous New Year
With your every wish and dream
Coming true in 2017


Written as part of fiction challenge by

2 thoughts on “neelwrites/spf/fiction/shortstory/200words/02/01/2017

  1. Love can break even the bonds of family.

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    1. Yes, that’s the power of love. Thanks for the read.

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