197 04 April 9th 2017

© A Mixed Bag

By Neel Anil Panicker  (176 words)

Varun, I knew him as. Was unconventional–said he believed in doing things differently.

We were on our first date ever.

Took me to this weird looking boat.

I saw  a neighing horse’s head jutting out from the bow.

“You’ll love this. Move to the corner,” he said. In his hands he held a vintage use ‘n’ throw black and white camera.

Just when the flashlights popped, the air around broke into raucous laughter and deafening shrieks.

A band of overexcited tourists had clambered on.

The next I know the tiny boat wobbled and off I flew from bow to stern in one big somersault.

Opened my eyes to find myself peering into limpid blue eyes and a face that broke into an impish grin.

Suspended in midair, I felt the warmth of steely hands on tender waist.

Our eyes met, Cupid’s darts struck.

Love at first sight—that’s what it was.

Heard a splash and looked over only to find someone flailing his arms wildly in the cold waters.

It was ‘Goodbye Varun, Hello Albert’.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction # shortstory #SPF

Written for

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 9th 2017

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1 thought on “neelwrites/SPF/fiction/shortstory/176words/13/04/2017

  1. Hahaha. Love at first sight, and dump the trash. Hehe. Good story Neel


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