neelwrites/acat’slife/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/145words/05/12/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 5, 2017

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A CAT’S LIFE

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma peeped in through the shattered glass panes.

A half eaten pizza, its edges smeared in blood, popped out of a Mcdonald’s take away box that rested on the plush seat covers.

The body lay slumped on the steering wheel, the hands loosened to the sides, the gun, a semi-automatic Colt, popping out of the jeans side pockets.

‘It looks like a gang war? Majid was a marked man.’

Inspector Sharma unburdened himself from the brand new Audi.

Why does this dimwit indulge his brain when he doesn’t have one.

“Pandey, arrange for the post-mortem immediately. Call forensics. I want every inch of space earched with a fine comb”.

‘Ok, Sir…sir…the cat…what do we do with it?’

Sharma turned around and looked at the front seat. She was still lost to the world.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s got many more lives to live”.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flash #shortstory #145words

 

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neelwrites/deathofhope/whatpegmansaw/fiction/shorstory/04/12/2017/

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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DEATH OF HOPE

By Neel Anil Panicker

Happiness is a relative term. Take, for instance, Tomoe Murao.

Tomoe Murao

One would be deceived by those sparkling eyes that smile from behind rimless glasses, the delicately hair brushed bob of hair that crowns a face attractive enough to prise open doors and hearts.

At 55, she’s a happy woman.

Happy that she’s alive, happy that every morning she gets to see the vast Pacific Ocean, the sound of the gurgling waves music to her ears, happy that the little convenience store that she runs alongside her husband is up and running, even if it means a trickle of patrons stepping into the road facing shop that doubles that doubles up as their residence.

But then she’s also an intensely unhappy woman.  Sad because her entire extended family, or whatever was left of it, has abandoned nee was forced to abandon Naraha, the town of their ancestors, the town they called their own until the nuclear accident.

‘I hope they’re back’, she says. But there’s no hope in that voice.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #whatpegmansaw #fiction #flash #shortstory #fukushima #japan #radiation #nuclear

TO READ FURTHER ABOUT THE FUKUSHIMA NUCLEAR ACCIDENT click on the links below:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/12/26/welcome-naraha-ghost-town-fukushimas-shadowwhere-dolls-have/

http://www.world-nuclear.org/information-library/safety-and-security/safety-of-plants/fukushima-accident.aspx

neelwrites/memories/weekendwritingprompt#31-nostalgia/flashfiction/shortstory/03/12/2017

Written for

Weekend Writing Prompt #31 – Nostalgia

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 MEMORIES

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Stupid Gloria! Always leaving tasks undone, these good for nothing maids. I should have fired her long ago”.

Daniel was in a bad mood as he gently offloaded himself from the high chair, ducking his head gently from under the attic hold, his regular hand clutching a dust-laden leather file, its moth eaten edges half consumed by the other virulent non-resident creatures of the near decrepit sprawling bungalow__the omnipresent black rats.

Plonking himself onto the bed, he opened the file and rummaged through its contents__

the property files.

Good riddance. He would sell it, the bungalow, the farmhouse…every single thing.

It was then that he spotted it__an old yellowed sepia tinged black and white photograph. Clutching the image with his arthritic struck hands, he peered at it from behind thick glasses.

The ruins of an old fort…Golconda…Hyderabad…India and Preeti, his beloved.

The eyes turned moist as an avalanche of once stilled memories swept him away.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #flashfiction #shortstory #159words #nostalgia

neelwrites/getlost/whatpegmansaw/fiction/flash/shortstory/194words/22/11/2017

GET LOST mexico

By Neel Anil Panicker

Alfred smeared the sand off his eyes and looked upwards as the mid-summer July sun shone hard on his bald as an eagle plate.

Turning around, his groggy eyes swept past the sandy stretch, past the spartan rows of thatched dwellings, a lone leafless palm tree wedeged in between, beyond the solitary battered windowless vintage-era car that stood, its apology of a bonnet looking into the sea, its waves sprouting salty froth into the jagged rocks that fronted the mile long desolate beach.

It was then that he remembered where he was- San Jose’ el Huate, Chiapas, Mexico.

A slow smile creased his thick as a ‘Subway double decker chicken sandwich’ lip.

Not bad, he mused.

Not bad at all for a fifty-year-old master international swindler who’s just broken through the high security state prison at Sacramento, over a thouand miles away in distant California.

Al stood up and wiped the dirt off his legs; the earth, fifty feet under, housing his only wordly possession__a much used pure leather Samsonite bag that contained ten million American dollars.

(C)NEELANILPANICKER2017 #WHATPEGMANSAW #FLASHFICTION #SHORSTORY #194 WORDS

neelwrites/laterealization/sixsentencestories/fiction/flash/shortstory/137words/21/11/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week

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This week’s cue is FLEECE.

LATE REALIZATION

By Neel Anil Panicker

She put a fleece over all his indiscretions ever standing by and supporting

him, come rain or shine.

He mistook her devoted wife, ever loyal, ever reliable Rock of Gibralter

persona as her abiding weakness, a feminine frailty.

Meanwhile, as his passions soared, he went about sowing his wild oats far

and wide, rolling and making out in the hay, viewing all he encountered

as a good lay to play around with.

The day came when her dam of patience burst out in a maddening deluge

and she stuck a piece of lead into his sick head.

‘Enough did you fleece, now it is time to rest in peace’, were her parting

words.

Today, as she pieces together the shattered pieces of her life she realizes in

hindsight that a certain species of man is a woe-man.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #fleece #137words #flash

neelwrites/ruminations/FFaFW/fiction/shortstory/flash/158words/21/11/2017

FFfAW

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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RUMINATIONS

Thank you Footy and Foodie for our photo prompt this week!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Sunrise or sunset__she never could make out which she liked more.

Guess, everything depended on her mood.

The early dawn slow heating up of the shell-splattered sea sands as she sat around the rocky edges, her hands gently getting warmer with the touch of foam washed waters filled her heart with a glow that stayed with her all through the day. Dawns dawned new meanings into her life and filled up all empty crevices of her heart with love and happiness.

Come evenings she watched with resigned anticipation at the ever darkening silhouette of the setting sun as it bid goodbye to earthly pleasures hiding behind the distant mountains edges.

The slow metamorphosis of the dawn’s mesmerizing golden orb into a darkish charcoal singed her heart, dousing all nascent desires of the day.

She loved them both, equally and evenly.

Of late, the setting sun the more, especially so after Alfred’s murder, a death she had waited for long.

©nelanipanicker2017 #fiction #FFfAW #shortstory #158words

neelwrites/holycow!/sixsentencestories/flash/shortstory17/11/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

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This week’s cue is MARBLE.

HOLY COW!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“What the …? Have you lost your marbles?  How on earth can you even dream about it?”

‘Why? What’s wrong with Mary? I mean she’s fun, laughs a lot, and is hot to boot. What more could I ever want, man?’

“Stupid fool, I know you got the hots for her, but don’t you realize it’s she’s the Principal’s daughter?”

‘So what? That only makes it all the more exciting. Imagine how envious everyone would feel when they come to know that ‘Shortie Fatso’ has managed to hook ‘Miss World’, the hottest pair of legs in town.’

“And imagine what would be your fate when ‘Old Witch’ and her military man gun toting husband come to know that their only child has been ensnared by a good for nothing rolling stone.”

‘Blessed! That’s what they would be when they hold a grandchild in their arms nine months down the line.’

©neelanilpanciker2017 #flash #fiction #short story #sixsentencestories #150words

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