LONE WOLF FEELS ALL ALONE
By Neel Anil Panicker
It’s been barely ten minutes, but to Giri it seems as if he’s been closeted at the underground car park much longer___years, perhaps__when the first trickle of early morning shoppers troop in.
Peering through the windshield of his battered off white hatchback, one he had bought as per instructions. (“Remember, you’re a struggling painter who does odd jobs for a living. Get proper receipts for every single purchase”).
Giri eyed the woman pushing a trolley, a baby’s soft hands slightly popping out of the pram.
Despite the onset of wintry December, he found himself sweating like a pig. Hot beads of sweat trickled down his spine, forming wet patches under the white shirt that clung to his lithe frame like leeches.
As his vision turned blurry, and heart beats began to jump up and down like an unhinged yo yo, Giri sank deep into the cushioned seat even as his mind wrestled with the events of the past one hour.
The voice over the phone sounded business-like: “Place the bomb at Citi Mall__today, 11 am sharp. Ensure maximum toll”.
A voice in his head commanded, “What’re you waiting for. You’re a lone wolf. It’s time to deliver on your promise.” #neelanilpanicker #fiction #shortstory #instashorts #sundayphotofiction #200words #lonewolf #terrorism