Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 12-12 through 12-18-2017
By Neel Anil Panicker
Ismail Makhtoum stared at the strange concoction that had arrived on his table. For a moment he was tempted to call out to the waiter, the liveried ever smiling cartoonish character clad in a seven piece costume that reminded him of the Annual Fancy Dress Competitions back in his much lived much loved childhood in rural Ambosa.
Or still better, he wanted to kick the table aside and walk out of this fancy restaurant and walk into the nearest roadside shack by the beach and indulge in some serious lip smacking business__ducking and digging his teeth into straight of the sea slow cooked deep fried silvery salmons liberally peppered with what else but pepper and a dash of lemon.
But instead he looked through the grossly mangled partially sun burnt caterpillar like formations that crisscrossed the length and breadth of the fancy bone china plate and found what he was looking for.
The five gramme gold biscuit was there as promised.
He scooped it off and safely placed it in his inner trouser pockets alongside the evening tickets to New Delhi.
Just another day had begun in a carrier’s career.
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