neelwrites/loveisintheasir/kite/threelinetales/100wordswednesday/fiction/shortstory/16/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

three line tales, week 107: diaries, roses and bobbins with sewing thread

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

All summer he was just a kite flyer, one more among several other ten year olds whose psychedelic kites soared the skies.

Until one day when the winds of change blew.

As his nimble hands expertly manoeuvred the thread, he looked to his left.

It was then that he saw her.

She was on the opposite terrace, reading a book.

She lifted her head and spotted him spotting her.

From that moment the controls switched.

She had taken over the steering wheel of his life, their lives, for the next sixty odd years.

Thereafter, it was roses all the way.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #100words #kiteflyer

Three Line Tales, Week 107

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LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

 

 

LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

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neelwrites/fireweed/fiction/shortstory/99words/10/02/2018

NOT A BAD DEAL

By Neel Anil Panicker

By the time Chacko realized it was too late. Esther had taken over his life__ lock, stock and barrel.

First, it began with a harmless, “Uncle, it’s just for two months. I need it for my exams. Your place is nearest to my college.”

He did mind the intrusion but eventually gave in. No harm getting some extra income, he surmised.

Before long, she was cooking him his favourite Goan chicken curry, reading him the morning newspapers, even running sundry errands for him.

Over time, she became his fireweed.

When he died a year later, the bungalow was hers.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FIREWEED FICTION #SHORTSTORY

February 8: Flash Fiction Challenge

neelwrites/something’sfishy/fiction/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/100words/08/02/2018

SOMETHING’S FISHY

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Sir, it’s suicide. This guy, name’s Thomas, around sixtyish moonlighted at the hotel__waited tables, occasionally cooked. Seems his fish curry was a favourite among the backpackers. Yesterday, they fished him out of the sea. The manager says he was sprawled on the upper deck floor after shutdown. Had a bottle beside him.”

“You’ve haven’t dug enough, Pandey”.

‘I’m sorry Sir, I don’t get you’.

“You won’t, you buffoon. This guy drinks but not on a Monday, the day he died. Means somebody forced liquor down his throat and hurled him into the waters. Got to find out who and why.”

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS #SHORTSTORY #100WORDS #INSPECTORSHARMACRIMESERIES

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neelwrites/theshadow/fiction/shortstory/100wordwednesday/07/02/2018

THE SHADOW

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Sir, I’ve checked. There’s only one entrance to the building. Spoke to the lone watchman. Name’s Stephen. Whisky Stephen, they call him around. Says didn’t see no one else. Says she came in around noon Sunday. Was alone, he affirms.”

Inspector Sharma eyed his aide and replied.

‘He must be drunk. Did you scour the CCTVs. Any footage?’

“No luck. Only one was functional. Got this one, a long shot. Came from the tower behind it. Have a look, Sir”.

‘Hmm…interesting. Pandey, see those shadows. A man’s. Now look at her face. She seems scared. It’s no suicide, for sure’.

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #shortstory #100wordwednesday

100 Word Wednesday: Week 57

100 Word Wednesday: Week 57

neelwrites/sinkintheink/fiction/shortstory/99words/03/02/2018

SINK IN THE INK

wetink

By Neel Anil Panicker

This was Rita’s first attempt at writing fiction, a short story at that. Truth was this was her very first attempt at writing anything.

Rubbing off the early morning blearedness from her eyes, she reviewed her piece, ensuring there were no loopholes left unplugged as far as character, plot, dialogue and point of view were concerned __the stock tools of the writer.

Finally, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Her attempt was good. She had poured her sorrow onto the page.

It had turned into wet ink and created a masterpiece.

The perks of a failed marriage, she averred.

©2018neelanilpanicker #fiction #shortstory

neelwrites/stuntedgrowth/fiction/fridayfictioneers/100words/01/02/2018

STUNTED GROWTH

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By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Son, see that tree over there?’

“That’s barely a tree, Dad.”

‘Son, that’s the work of man. Evil men. Precisely, a few evil men.’

“Dad, what do they want?”

‘Son, they want to claim the tree for themselves, roots and all. Each warring group has laid claim to its ownership.’

“But dad, what’s there to fight over a tree? A tree that gives us fruits and flowers, provides shelter, and even supplies us with wood?”

‘Exactly my son, but try telling that to grown up men.’

“Dad, if this is what grownups do then I’m better off remaining a child.”

(C)NEELANILPANICKER2018

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2 February 2018

neelwrites/thefall/fiction/shorttsory/28/01/2018

THE FALL

By Neel Anil Panicker

The climb up the steps, all fourteen floors of it, was a drain.

After a while, his lungs still gasping for breath, his head a wobbly ball, he opened his eyes and gazed down.

There is a certain serenity in heights, he concurred.

The city lights were a distant blur that skirted in and out of byzantine thoroughfares.

The flotsam and getsam of life.

He had had enough of it.

It was time to bid adieu.

The phone rang. He knew who it was. The thought broke his reverie.

Also brought him back from the edge.

Tomorrow’s another day.

(C)NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FICTION #SHORTSTORY #99WORDS

January 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

January 25: Flash Fiction Challenge