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Friday Fictioneers hosted by the wonderful Rochelle



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By Neel Anil Panicker

He’s coming today. After all these years. And boy, I’m happy!

Or, am I?

Why shouldn’t I be? I mean he’s my childhood friend.

Make that was.

The one I grew up with. The one who was my partner in crime.

The one with whom I frolicked around these cobbled pavements, escaped behind its stony walls, discovered secret caves and centuries-old hot water springs.

The one who played Cupid and helped me navigate past the byzantine lanes that led to my first love.

The one who later stole her from me and flew off, leaving me gazing at the stars.

©neelanilpanciker2017  #FF #100words  #fiction


Three Line Tales, Week 74

Welcome to Week 74 of Three Line Tales.

Thanks t our hostess Sonya at


three line tales week 74: an empty school

Photo by Daniel von Appen on Unsplash

By Neel Anil Panicker

Just when I thought my nightly vigil outside the bedroom window that opens to the street below may not lead to fruition, I spot him__curly  blond locks hanging loosely over a Sherlock Holmes shaped head that forever seems to bob around in an indeterminate arc; the face, pimply and plastered with a stupefied smile; the gait, gauche and bereft of any machismo; the overall persona screaming insouciance with a capital I.

The sight of him sends my heart beats speeding faster than Ben Johnson ever could, its momentum travelling through the body’s umpteen arterial veins, rushing past every single crevice and opening, filling them with an inexplicable joy bordering on euphoria and finally, culminating in me locking my knees in rhapsodic joy, the insides of my inner thighs wet with anticipation.

What is it in him that leads to such madness and euphoria, such unadulterated joy that I can no longer be myself, that I lose my senses and submit myself to him completely, willingly, unquestioningly?

I doubt I’ve the answer to that; I doubt I shall ever seek it.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #3LineTales ##fiction #188words


FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 27, 2017

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121st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life Uncle Prasad had said yes, green signalling just about everything; consequences be dammed.

And so it was that at age 4 he joined his cousins and pulled off the biggest heist of the time: stealing bagfuls of the finest Alphonso mangoes from the sprawling orchard of the village headman.

At 7 he was playing courier boy, passing over love psalms between hormone high Romeos and Cupid struck Juliets; by 9 taking off to the hills nearby for a night out with the Big Boys.

At 13, he came perilously close to being shot dead from an alert guard’s rifle while his ‘friends’ ran helter skelter after a bank hold-up gone horribly wrong.

At 16, he was carrying a gun, because that’s what all his peers were carrying.

But then all that’s in the past.

Today, half a century later, he’s jumped ahead, changed, turned respectable, married, even become proud grandfather  to six.

But then, at times he wants to go back to when he was 6 or 7, join his buddies to steal mangoes, flirt with girls twice his age, and maybe rob a bank or two.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction  #195