neelwrites/poem/wink/india/politics/21/07/2018

rg-priyaI am not that Priya  Warrier dame
But guess what_ I carry bigger fame
Wasn’t it the Bard who said what’s in a name
A wink by any other name is still a wink
It’s not what my detractors think__ a big chink
Mummyji, when will this stark truth sink.

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neelwrites/don’tdoafannie/flashfictionchallenge/shortstory/21/-7/2018

July 19: Flash Fiction Challenge

HONEY, DON’T DO A FANNIE ON ME

By  Neel Anil Panicker

How do I know you’ll not do a Fannie Hooe on me?

“A who?”

Richard looked at his beau from across the window.

Overcome with emotion, he leaned forward and held Janet’s hands.

Her fingers had turned moist, just as her eyes.

I meant don’t do the disappearing act just like Fannie did eons ago.

The train’s giant wheels were already trudging forward.

As Richard’s hands slipped out of her fingers his parting words were, “Listen, I know not who or what this Fannie thing’s all about. All I know is we’re going to get married in six months”.

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neelwrites/flyinghigh/ThursdayPhotoPrompt/flashfiction/shortstory/20/07/2018

FLYING HIGH

By Nee Anil Panicker

The clouds were white milky sheets. Set against the backdrop of azure blue skies with the slightest tingle of violet, the view from the top was magical to say the least.

Naina had never come this high.

But Akram was insistent.

“Believe me baby, it’s going to be cool. Plus, it’ll forever free you from your fear of heights”.

He was like that__words like baby, cool, wow, yippie…flowed easily from his thick nicotine stained lips that always curved up in a half mocking smile.

His thick mop of curly hair loosened its strands and like a dog straining against its leash, desperately tried to break free__tossing and twirling, daring the icy winds that blew over them.

Sitting on the edge of a rocky outgrowth two feet away, Naina looked down from the hill top.

All she could  see was a 500-metre bottomless pit of sheer green.

Her head turned dizzy as a whirlpool of disjointed thoughts began to swirl around in her head.

Had she really come this high? Could she have been such a fool to have acquiesced to this half boiled idea of this crackpot of a boyfriend of hers and tagged along on a Monday such as this when ideally she should have been in school

teaching tiny tots Jack and Jill and other arresting nursery rhymes. True, he was good. Good in bed, that is. I mean at her age, pushing the thirties, to get the undivided attention of a horny teenager ever willing to improvise was definitely a big boon, akin to someone bagging a lottery, she surmised. But then now this__ to come this far, to agree to climb a hill and stare down a rocky  fall? No, no ways was this cool. No baby, no way was she staying one moment longer.

Having made up her mind, Naina signalled to Akram.

“Come, let’s go. I feel dizzy…”

The words hung in the air as her feet slipped behind a loose pebble and off she went floating like a bird deep down the valley.   

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Thursday photo prompt: Summit #writephoto

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neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/flash/shortstory/19/07/2018

SHE’S A DREAM 

By Neel Anil Panicker

three line tales, week 129: a friendly robot – or is he up to something sinister?

She’s honest, witty, speaks over a hundred languages, cooks lip smacking multi-cultural delicacies, looks a million bucks, is good in bed and makes all your fantasies come true in bed, and what’s more__ never ever talks back, gets upset, checks your cell phone messages, snores like a pig, smells of garlic, or rushes off to her mom-in-law after every silly fight.

 

“ But Vikky, she’s so perfect, like an automatic machine, in fact she’s one, an automated lover at best, a silent spectator to man’s discomfiture at worst.”

You duffer, when will you realise that real people are programmed to combat, at times unsuccessfully, with life’s myriad and gargantuan problems; but she’s programmed to ensure that such problems never ever take birth.

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Three Line Tales, Week 129

Three Line Tales, Week 129

neelwrites/timetokill/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/flash/18/07/2018

TIME TO KILL

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

The sun is a bright red orb.

It’s a beautiful day no doubt.

I’m passing by Mrs Miller’s.

She’s the one who lives two blocks from where I’m put up.

I spot her, Rumble, the Golden Retriever that’s permanently stationed near the huge wrought iron gates of the Millers__ the old childless couple who’ve set base here in this back of beyond wilderness.

 

They’re rich. I figured that much__ rich enough to buy an entire island.

 

I hurl the pack of loose meat inside.

 

Rumble dives.

 

It’s not arsenic.

 

Is going to be slow.

 

I don’t mind.

 

I have time.

#neelanilpanicker #fridayfictioneers #flashfiction #100days

20 July 2018

neelwrites/a’holy’affair/keralachruchrapescandal/18/07/2018

A ‘HOLY’ AFFAIR

I am a Church Priest
Ordained by the Pope
Mankind’s last big Hope
Your Chief Pain Reliever 
Oh my dear, dear Believer!
What you can do least
Is your sins you confess
What I can do most
Is my love I profess
And so meet we must
In the name of Holy lust.
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neelwrites/prisionbreak/threethingschallenge/ttc/flash/shortstory/18/07/2018

PRISON BREAK

By Neel Anil Panicker

“STOP. Strictly no touching.  Hands off the table”.

Edrin lifted his shaggy dog eared eyes and looked  to his left, at the prison guard.

‘Damn’t, can’t he turn blind, at least for a moment’, he muttered, as he locked eyes with Diana.

The two were at the Cochin Central Jail, at its Visitors’ Gallery, to be precise.

‘Darling, I hate to see you here. Guess what, the world outside has turned sour and odourless without you’.

Edrin scratched the back of his neck, and then poked at his nose furiously, all gestures she correctly assessed as indicative of his extreme irritability.

His shoulders hunched forward like a massive oncoming wave, riding up and down his collar bone__a massive JCB  machine gone off the rails.

“Listen, next week. I want me out, okey?”

Despite the guard’s proximity, he’d managed to keep his voice, a mere whisper, audible enough for her to hear his mangled words.

Leaning forward, Diana asked, “Tell me what needs to be done and it’ll be done”.

Her eyes were split wide open, the eyebrows arched upwards to their maximum, the pupils of her eyes two little limpid pools.

 

Edrin raised his head and looked around with practised nonchalance.

Barring  two other white robed inmates and their respective visitors besides a couple of guards, the oblong shaped hall was empty, it being closer to end of visiting hours.

His eyes fell on the calendar the hung on the wall opposite him.

“July 21. Three days from now. 1600 hours. Northern periphery flanking Gate No. 6.”

As Diana pursed her lips open to say something, he ended, “Remember to drive down in a jeep. Sit tight, knees to the ground, and await my signal”.

“That’s enough. Time’s up. Go back to your cells”, barked the guard as the two locked eyes, secretive smiles playing on their lips, before turning their backs and heading away in opposite directions.

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3tc

Three Things Challenge, 17 July 2018

Today’s things are: calendar, knee, jeep