(165 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

A slight tap on the shoulder and Ahmed turned around.

“Excuse me, would you mind stepping aside?”

Ahmed released the bag onto the tiled floor.

‘Is there a problem?’ His eyes scanned the uniformed man smiling at him from behind a handlebar moustache.

“Routine procedure, please open your bag”.

A minute later, the handlebar spoke again.

“Sir, please raise your hands for inspection”.

Deft hands once again guided a small machine from top to toe, back to front_inch by inch.

“Inspector Balbir Dutt, Narcotics Bureau. Looks like a false alarm. You may proceed. Sorry for the inconvenience”.

Ahmed zipped his bag, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of New Delhi International Airport.

Settling himself into a waiting taxi, he instructed the driver, “Hotel Paradise”, adding, “But first, stopover at a fruit stall. I need to buy some bananas”

As the car swept past the rain-swept streets, Ahmed closed his eyes and dreamed about the five million dollars worth of marijuana that was buried in his rectum.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction  #short story # FFfAW #165 words


FFfAW Challenge-Week of February 21, 2017

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19 thoughts on “neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfAW/165words/21/02/2017

  1. Nicely told tale, Neel – I especially liked ‘A minute later, the handlebar spoke again’. reducing the official to a moustache. Nice touch.
    Not sure he’d get five million dollars of marijuana up his rectum, though. Would have to be a very big backside 🙂

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