neelwrites/minds’amaze/realisticfiction/flash/fridayfictioneers/100words/13/06/2018

MIND’S A MAZE (GENRE: Realistic Riction)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

By Neel Anil Panicker

Her mind’s aching with sepia toned memories; memories that get dimmer by the hour.

‘Cancer, of any type, is slow poison. It kills you; slowly, breath by breath.’

This is someone’s memoir she read.  They batter her already battered mindscape.

 

This month’s been hectic. She’s traveled through childhood, relived her school days, her joyous life as the “most naughtiest, loveliest, bestest 10 year old girl in the history of Scottish High School.”

This from her Fifth Grade teacher; somewhat bombastic but heartfelt utterings.

Outside, the hospital van wails. She extricates herself from the past. It’s Chemo Day, again.

Her future beckons.

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle  at

15 June 2018

 

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neelwrites/anaerialattack/ThreeLineTales/flash/fiction/shortstory/07/06/2018

AN AERIAL ATTACK

three line tales, week 123: a strange reflection in a puddle

By Neel Anil Panicker

His feet firmly implanted to the edge, the brand new off grey canvas shoes pointing inwards towards the mouth of a an ill formed puddle full to the brim with last night’s inexplicable deluge, Wendell___his ill famous heavily lined visage heavily covered under the forbidding shade of a ‘black as a bat’ hoodie___, watches intently the trajectory of the plane as it wings past the twin Petronas Towers.

Five…four…three…two…one…the thumb finger inside his baggy trouser pocket reaches and presses the soft push button of the remote.

Instantly, the until now languid skies break out in a deafening moan 3000 feet above as Malaysian Airlines Flight No. ML 739 carrying 379 passengers blows up into smithereens.

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Three Line Tales, Week 123

 

neelwrites/amurderinthechurch/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/100words/06/06/2018

A MURDER IN THE CHURCH

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma’s hawk eyes scanned the high domed  pearl white Victorian archways of St. Thomas Church.

Men, women and children, some young enough to be held in their mothers’ arms,  seated all around him in benches, in two rows and six long columns that extended all the way  from the pulpit to the main jam packed hallway.

From a hexagonal slit in the balcony twenty feet high watched Carlos the Rat, the scourge of the entire police machinery.

And in the crosshairs of his long range telescopic gun was Rama Krishnan,  his bete noire and  also the Cochin City Mayor.

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BY ROCHELLEWISOFF at

8 June 2018

neelwrites/blacknwhite/flashfiction/99words/historicalfiction/01/06/2018

May 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

BLACK ‘N’ WHITE

By Neel Anil Panicker

It’s plain nepotism. The winner’s the Jury Chairman’s nephew. You can contest the decision if you want to’.

For Abraham Lincoln, the Principal’s words were a sledgehammer.

He had outscored every single opponent and was lustily cheered after his passionate seven minute espousal of a woman’s undeniable right to abortion yet lost the prestigious annual Inter-Collegiate Debate Competition by a mere vote.

His mother’s words ringed her ears.

‘Remember, son, a Black man’s got to be a hundred times better than others if he wants to succeed in this land’.

“No Sir, I’ll try to do better next time”.

#neelanilpanicker #historicalfiction #America #Black #emancipation #AbrahamLincoln

May 31, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about warrior women. It can be myth or everyday mothers and wives. Go where the prompt leads.

neelwrites/diggingabout/fridayfictioners/flashfiction/100words/30/05/2018

DIGGING ABOUT

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

By Neel Anil Panicker

Hey, so this is what I do nowadays ever since I bid adieu to the artsy world of crime solving.

I mean look at me; furrowing and ploughing my way through knee length dirt and slush, spending whole afternoons and the better part of evenings digging and baling out huge tracts of earth, all in the vain hope that some ferns and fronds bloom and brighten up the dreary environs  that encase my post-retired existence.

Hey, I just stomped on something. It’s a man’s foot.  A man’s foot? In my garden? Someone’s hell bent on plucking me out of retirement.

#neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash #100words #fridayfictioneers #garden #digging #crime #sleuthing

BY ROCHELLEWISOFF

1 June 2018

 

neelwrites/thequarry/fiction/flash/100wordwednesday/crime/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/25/05/2018

THE QUARRY

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma peered through his long range telescopic lens at Antop Hill that looked like an ant hill bathed in sheer white.

Nothing much of significance as far as the eye could see.

He shifted his gaze towards the foothills, at the river front, then slowly zooming in on the bridge that bisected Wayfarer’s.

It was teeming with camera slinging tourists, all looking down at the silvery waters that held Nature’s umpteen marine charms.

It was then that he spotted him. Hovering around the central foyer was the man sporting a blue cap.

Carlos the Killer, was back in action.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 72

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neelwrites/futuretense/fridayfictioneers/flash/shortstory/100words/crystal/23/05/2018

FUTURE SHOCK

By Neel Anil Panicker

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Mary, what’s the matter with you? All you do all day is stare at that silly little thing that’s lies on the dinner table”.

Mary flicked her well manicured fingernails towards her husband and vollied, ‘That ‘silly little thing’, my dear, is called crystal, a crystal bowl to be precise. And what’s inside it is a plant. In fact it’s no ordinary plant; it’s a money plant. It’s good omen. It’s going to bring in a lot of money. One day we’re going to be rich”.

“Is that so? There’s a name for your indulgence: It’s called crystal ball gazing.”  #neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash #flashfiction #fridayfictioneers #100words

25 May 2018

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