AN EVENING IN MOSCOW  ( 175 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

The man retrieved the paper out of his shirt pocket, and read its contents__one more time.

Half past six. St. Basil’s Cathedral. West Entrance. Black bag. Ten million dollars.

He opened the ice box.

‘Nothing like Johnnie Walker. Best antidote for frayed nerves.’

A lifetime lived out of hotels had given Liam Yang Lee, Chief Liasion Agent of the People’s Republic of China a yen for the high life.

Two pegs down and he was all set for the rendezvous.

A minute minute later a diminutive man with an odd limp stepped out of the revolving glass doors of Moscow Hotel. As the cool foggy December evening air around Red Square hit him with a fury, the man instinctively pulled the collars of his Armani leather jacket. His other hand held an off-white duffel bag.

Across the street and a hundred feet above, atop a highrise right above the ever busy Beluga Caviar Bar, a man turned his gaze into the telescopic lens, took aim and fired.

A President’s secrets, especially America’s, don’t sell cheap.



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8 thoughts on “

  1. Wickedly entertaining story Neel! Your precise word choice adds interesting nuance to the tale.

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    1. I thought given the climate of wickedness around us of late this would be an appropriate spy tale. Thank you so much for your appreciation.

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  2. Great spy thriller scene Neel, loved it,

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    1. Thought this would be appropriate given the US-China faceoff and the increased global disquiet.
      Thanks Lain for your very kind comments.

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  3. I want more of this story….
    well done…
    and I am assuming it was Johnny Walker Red (not black) I mean – for the red square and all (kidding)


    1. Yes, definitely true. This one looks as if it would do with some more telling. Even i am curious as to what happens next. Yes, Red, for sure.
      Thanks a lot for your very kind words, Prior.

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      1. thanks for the reply – and who knows if the rest of the story will unfold at some other point.
        have a nice saturday….


  4. Dear Neel,

    Your sharp descriptions had me there turning my own collar to the wind. Well done.




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