TRAPPED (166 words) By Neel Anil Panicker ‘For him you’re just a piece of meat…another of his conquests’. Avantika couldn’t believe her ears. “How can you say that, Deepti? You’re supposed to be …
TRAPPED (166 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
‘For him you’re just a piece of meat…another of his conquests’.
Avantika couldn’t believe her ears.
“How can you say that, Deepti? You’re supposed to be my best friend?”
The remark made Deepti discard the chair and straddle upto the bedside.
‘Yes, best friend for eighteen fucking years. Since the time we were in kindergarten, right?’
As Avantika propped herself against the pillow, Deepti continued, ‘This guy Brajesh…he’s a Lothario…out to impregnate anything that moves in a skirt. Stay away from him, Avi’.
“But I am in love. I can see it in his eyes too, in the way he holds me, says those magical words, in the way he…”
‘Fucks you. Isn’t that what it is? The way he gently lowers you onto bed and takes off your clothes while allowing you to gorge on his rippling torso, run your hands around that black mole around his lower left thigh, play around…’
“Wait, how do you know about his thigh mole?”
‘The hunter had trapped me too’.
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Week of 02-28 through 03-06-2017
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© A Mixed Bag LIGHTS, KNIVES, ACTION (200 words) By Neel Anil Panicker Hospitals are like mother-in-laws. I hate the sight of one. ‘We need to examine you in detail. You will be admitted”. The wom…
Amazon River, Brazil Amazing Amazon Nights By Neel Anil Panicker Forty-two year old Susan George from Idaho was living her dream. Having won a staff lottery, the Wal Mart executive had booked herse…
Amazing Amazon Nights
By Neel Anil Panicker
Forty-two year old Susan George from Idaho was living her dream.
Having won a staff lottery, the Wal Mart executive had booked herself for a three-day boat ride through the Brazilian rainforests.
The sun was setting on Day One of her Amazing Amazon cruise and she had already feasted on huge swathes of avocados, sugarcane and pepper groves besides spotting the odd cougars, wild piranhas, and even an enormous hairy spider.
The scary sight of the last had seen her diving straight into the shell shocked arms of the stranger beside her.
“Sorry,” she muffled embarrassedly.
‘Dr. Thomas Eliott. ‘Am a Lepidopterologist’. There was something sensuous about his smile.
Reading her stupefied expression, the man continued, ‘A University biologist. I study moths and butterflies’.
Later, when darkness fell, she had traded her upper deck hammock for the comforts of his lower deck camarote.
Much later, when he was detailing the amazing features of the Black-eyed Satyr, she had shut his lips with the words, “Let me introduce you to the pleasures of the Blue-eyed Susannah.”
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BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS By Neel Anil Panicker Makhan Lal offers one last look at the arid expanse before him. All his weary eyes can spot are acres upon acres of barren fields. Sweat-lathere…
BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS
By Neel Anil Panicker
Makhan Lal offers one last look at the arid expanse before him.
All his weary eyes can spot are acres upon acres of barren fields.
Sweat-lathered tears stream down his heavily lined visage and die slow deaths on his bare-chested, all boned torso.
This year’s been particularly harsh: no rainfall, no crop, no food, and two deaths_ his brother and his
his grandson, all of two weeks.
His weather beaten sixty-five year old self can take no longer.
The decision’s made: migration; to the city, to any place that will get his family of seven two meals a day.
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February 23: Flash Fiction Challenge
February 23, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a migration story. It can imagine the dusty or arctic trails of the frontiers past or look to the travel across the galaxy. What issue about modern migration bans might influence an artistic expression in a flash? Migrate where the prompt leads you.