neelwrites/loadedsignals/FFfAW/flashfiction/174words/18/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 17, 2017

Hosted at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/16/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-17-2017/ by Priceless Joy

LOADED SIGNALS

By Neel Anil Panicker

Mrs Pankaj rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Another scribble on the wall. This time thankfully something a tad recognizable.

Two vertical strokes and a curved line below it.

What did that mean?

She walked into the kitchen and turned on the gas.

Nothing like some plain coffee to unclog the senses.

So they are back, their threat as alive as the morning sun.

She turned away and caught herself in the mirror.

Who says the fifties are history?

Innocent wide eyes that twinkled like the stars; a high cheek boned butter can melt bone china face that seemed to cock a snook at the passing years.

A smile crept up as a strobe of light streaked through the translucent windows and settled on the edges of her auburn all curls windswept hair.

They were her crowning glory, her pride, her joy.

It was only then that she understood.

It was them__the braid choppers.

And she, their next target.

The sauce pan hissed in the background.

She didn’t care. Her thoughts were travelling far away.

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #flashfiction #174words

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neelwrites/thebeachmurders/FFfAW/fiction/crime/180words/13/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 10, 2017

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THE BEACH MURDERS

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma hurriedly rifled through his trouser pockets.

He was a tad late; by the time he retrieved his handkerchief, he had puked__pungent bile dripping all over his freshly ironed police uniform.

“Sir, what to do now?”.

Bloody fool, can’t he see, what else to do now.

With great effort the senior cop controlled his burgeoning rage .

“Pandey, call the Forensics. Also, have the postmortem done. And…keep your trap shut.”

He watched his deputy turn away.

Then, despite himself, he looked down one last time at the body.

Young, maybe 22-23, white skinned, plausibly a foreigner, he surmised. His eyes noticed the half torn ultra chic clothes, a blue top furiously ripped apart, half exposed oval shaped breasts, and a criss cross of knife engravings on them.

He turned around.

Despite the early hour, it was as if the entire village had congregated.

A couple of men slinging cameras headed his way.

‘The vultures,’ he muttered, ‘already out for flesh even before the meat has turned cold’.

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neelwrites/cryinthedarortrap?/part22ofadangerouslove/fiction/novella/133words/30/09/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 87

Hosted bySONYA at https://only100words.xyz/2017/09/28/three-line-tales-week-87/

CRY IN THE DARK, OR A TRAP?

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photo by Bryan Minear via Unsplash

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Tiger out on the prowl. Want to cage it. Interested? Meet tomorrow night, Fifth Lane, Third Avenue, Mayapuri Industrial Area. 11 sharp. Bye. You know who.’

For the third time in the evening Inspector Sharma peered at the piece of near crumpled paper that lay on his desk, and then closed his eyes, his hands slowly rubbing the nape of his neck in concentric circles. The phone beside him rang but oblivious to it, his senses were hurtling down memory lane, past old bylanes, near decrepit buildings, and an incident that happened one wintry evening several years ago.

Slowly, as it travelled down memory lane, the mind’s eyes clicked open and a confetti of half faded fleeting images began to form themselves into one clear scene, a happening, or more appropriately, a mishap.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #novella #part22ofadangerouslove #133words

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DEAR READERS/COLLEAGUES/FELLOW WRITERS/FRIENDS

If you would like to read the earlier parts of this ongoing novella ‘A DANGEROUS LOVE’

kindly click on the links below:

PART ONE

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/neelwritesffphoningaroundfictionromance100words27072017/

PART TWO:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/28/neelwrites3linetalesphoningaround-part2fiction28072017/

PART THREE:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/neelwritessundayphotofiction03ofdangerouslove30072017/

PART FOUR

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritespart/

PART FIVE

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritessixsentencestoriesepisodesixofdangerouslovefiction/

PART SIX

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/neelwriteswatcherfictionthursdayphotoprompt03082017/

PART SEVEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/05/neelwritesgaffarmian-alifeoutsideprisonwallsthreelinetalesfiction188words/

PART EIGHT https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/neelwritescatsoutofthebagfffpppart8ofdangerouslovefiction08082017/

PART NINE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/09/neelwritesthediscoveryfffawpart9dangerouslovefiction09082017/comment-page-1/#comment-3979

PART TEN  https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/neelwritesalonelyvigilparttenofadangerouslovefiction35812082017/

PART ELEVEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/neelwritesthedisclosurespfpartelevenofdangerouslove15082017/

 

PART TWELVE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/neeelwritesthedonsnestparttwelveofdangerouslovefictionnovella16082017/

PART THIRTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/neelwritesbordersixsentencestoriespartthirteenofadangerouslovefiction195words21082017/

PART FOURTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/neelwritesthehitpartfourteenofadangerouslove24082017/

PART FIFTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/25/neelwriteswearinganewshadeadangerouslifepartfifteenofdangerouslovefiction25082017/

PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN
PART 21

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/neelwritespart21ofadangerouslovesixsentencestoriesplate19072017/

neelwrites/up’n’downlikeayoyo/sixsentencestories/fiction/28/09/2017

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Hosted by the charming Zoe at https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/09/27/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-65/

This week’s cue for you to use any way you like within six well written, and structurally sound sentences, compiled into any genre you like… is…..drumroll please….UP!

UP ‘N DOWN LIKE A YO YO

By Neel Anil Panicker

Pity some of us aren’t either aware of or chose to turn a deaf ear to the maxim: what’s goes up definitely comes down.

At least that so was the case in Maya’s instance.

One moment she was up in the skies, floating gossamer like among the stars, showering bright rays of sunshine on all and sundry.

And then came the fall; a meteoric crash that saw her all her dreams crash landing onto the hard rock of reality, mercilessly crushing into smithereens her love laden heart that hitherto knew only love and happiness.

It was only then that she realized the wisdom  of the ages as spelled out by the sages that all that one desires for and runs after is just maya, her namesake__an illusion__and that real happiness is always somewhere else.

Life’s been on the bend for her ever since as her hands perennially reach out to the skies for deliverance from all sorrows.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #156words #fiction #flashfiction #sixsentencestories

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neelwrites/whatasight!/whatpegmansaw/fiction/flashfiction//174words/26/09/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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Sambor Prei Kuk Temple, Cambodia

WHAT A SIGHT!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Over there,” said Sunleang, his fingers pointing towards a huge compound wall over which rose the temple arches, “is the Prasat Sambor. Who wants to view Indian influences in sandstone lotus petal carvings in a 7th century temple structure

declared a UNESCO World Heritage site?”

Screams of ‘We’ rent the mid-afternoon air.

They were standing outside the northern periphery of the Sambor Prei Kuk, some 200 km north of Phnom Penh.

As the boisterous bunch of camera strapping tourists raced ahead, a young girl

stepped back.

‘Have had enough of India back home. Show me something else.’

The stocky guide’s eyes lit up in an evil smile.

“Follow me. I will give you the time of your life”

***

Three days later…

The Cambodian Police today discovered the headless body of a 16-year-old Indian female tourist from a remote forested ridge in Prasat Tao. They suspect it to be a case of human sacrifice though sexual assault is not ruled out. This is the fifth such incident to have happened in the past 18 months. 
©neelanilpanciker2017 #whatpegmansaw #fiction #shortstory #175words

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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Sambor Prei Kuk Temple, Cambodia

WHAT A SIGHT!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Over there,” said Sunleang, his fingers pointing towards a huge compound wall over which rose the temple arches, “is the Prasat Sambor. Who wants to view Indian influences in sandstone lotus petal carvings in a 7th century temple structure

declared a UNESCO World Heritage site?”

Screams of ‘We’ rent the mid-afternoon air.

They were standing outside the northern periphery of the Sambor Prei Kuk, some 200 km north of Phnom Penh.

As the boisterous bunch of camera strapping tourists raced ahead, a young girl

stepped back.

‘Have had enough of India back home. Show me something else.’

The stocky guide’s eyes lit up in an evil smile.

“Follow me. I will give you the time of your life”

***

Three days later…

The Cambodian Police today discovered the headless body of a 16-year-old Indian female tourist from a remote forested ridge in Prasat Tao. They suspect it to be a case of human sacrifice though sexual assault is not ruled out. This is the fifth such incident to have happened in the past 18 months.
©neelanilpanciker2017 #whatpegmansaw #fiction #shortstory #175words

 

neelwrites/thewaitinggame/FFfAW/fiction/flashfiction/175words/26/09/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of September 26, 2017

Hosted by the highly resourceful PJ at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/09/25/fffaw-challenge-week-of-september-26-2017/

THE QUARRY

This week’s photo prompt is provided by shivamt25. Thank you shivamt25 for our prompt!

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Seated at his corner table, Inspector Sharma turned left and caught himself staring at his reflection.

A man in a grey suit winked at him from behind oval shaped spectacles.

‘Forget the Commissioner, even my wife would not be able to recognise me’.

Sipping into his whipped cream flavoured cappuccino, another first, the cop glanced at the evening hour patrons at The Coffee Shop.

Men and women clad in ultra chic designer wears, sporting flawless skins and coiffured hairs sat around in comfy leather backed chairs clinking glasses and conversing in alien tongues as uniformed waiters wafted around attending to their missives.

“May I if this table is empty?”

Inspector Sharma studied the man who had eased himself into the chair opposite him.

The accent, unmistakably American; he looked thirtyish; the Hugo Boss suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban Glasses, and Tag Heuer gold watch proclaiming his wealth.

Looking into his eyes, Sharma spotted the tell tale white specks floating in them.

His heart warmed.

There’re still certain things money can’t buy.

The ‘50 crore thief’ had arrived.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #FFfAW