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Sunday Photo Fiction – October 15th 2017

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ALL AT SEA

214 10 October 15th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Honorable Sir, I warmly welcome you to my ship.”

Warm welcome? My foot. A murder’s occurred and the bastard’s grinning from ear to ear__baring his gold embossed teeth.

Inspector Sharma inspected the man: Mid-fifties, balding, with floral panoramic patterns clinging to near exposed skin adorned by gold embellishments all over that together he surmised, could easily weigh over a couple of kilos.

“Sir, I am Frederick D’ Souza, the captain…”

‘Cut the crap. Where’s the body?’

“Sir…sir…the body… err it was here…i mean it isn’t now…It…”

Inspector Sharma felt as if a huge boulder had dropped onto his chest. He felt dizzy. With enormous effort he raised his hands up and held onto to a metallic beam that circled the upper deck.

His free hand felt the gun strapped to his waist.

The bastard! A multi-millionare aging heiress on a ’round the world’ odyssey was found murdered on this ship and its owner was saying that the body had disappeared.
“Sir, the sharks…they ate her. I saw it…”

Inspector Sharma wasn’t sure whom he hated the most___the man, the ‘dead’ heiress or, the sharks.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – October 8th 2017

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DEATH BY POISONING

Egypt

© Kathryn Forbes 2009

By Neel Anil Panicker

Don Afzal Guru peered out of his East facing third floor bedroom window at the streets below. At this hour of the night an eerie silence pervaded all over.

The serpentine lanes of Old Delhi which from morning to late night raucously reverberate with the cacophony of a multitude of sounds and and voices as men and machines get down to the serious business of earning their daily bread had fallen deathly silent.

Tired and exhausted, the Old City denizens had surrendered to sleep, their bodies and minds exhausted and devoid of all energies.

Afzal Guru turned his back and ambled towards the settee.

Fixing himself a drink, he closed his eyes, but tonight sleep was playing truant and was a million miles away.

His thoughts stumbled to the past, to the early days, to his one time boss and mentor Amanullah Khan, the erstwhile mafia don under whom he received his tutelage.

Life was sweet going for him, he had just turned 30, and in just under eight years had graduated to become his right hand, his most trusted aide.

Then he had turned greedy, wanted it all, the wealth, the power, the title of Mafia Don.

It was slow poisoning, a daily dose of arsenic mixed in the biryani.

The following month Old Delhi was blessed with a new Don.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #PART24 OF ‘A DANGEROUS LOVE’

 

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

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PART THIRTEEN

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PART FIFTEEN

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PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN
PART 21

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Sunday Photo Fiction – October 1st 2017

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AN OLD FOX REMEMBERS

213 10 October 1st 2017

Taxidermy fox at Natural History Museum, London

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘You know who’.

Inspector Sharma’s eyes gleamed in recognition like an old fox.

‘Not everyday and not everyone writes in such neat cursive strokes, a style that was quickly heading the dodo

way.’

As the private car cut through the rain swept streets racing towards Mayapuri Industrial Area,  the senior

cop’s thoughts hurtled backwards into the past.

His mind’s eye opened up to an incident some two decades ago.

The year was 1994; he a new recruit; first posting, first night out.

Crossing the roundabout at Motia Mahal, he thought he heard something, someone’s voice, a girl’s, perhaps.

He looked up and saw a four-story crumbling structure, a sight not uncommon sight in centuries old Old Delhi,

the capital of the erstwhile Mughal Empire that ruled over India some 400 centuries ago.

As the wails grew shriller, he decided to check it out, and climbed up the rickety steps that led to the hallway.

Past the long wooden corridors, he found himself peeping through a half broken glass window into a dark dust

laden room.

He could make out the silhouette of a little girl, barely six, her hands secured behind thick nylon ropes, her small

fear laden eyes almost jumping out of their sunken sockets, staring out at him from a darkened corner.

It was only much later that he came to know that the girl he had

rescued was none other than Lisa, the dreaded mafia don Afzal Guru’s only daughter.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #novella #part23ofadangerouslove #249w

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PART FIVE

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PART SIX

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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

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PART FIFTEEN

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PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN
PART 21

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Sunday Photo Fiction – September 24th 2017

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DEAD LEAVES, ALIVE MEMORIES

2012 09 September 24th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

The short collars don’t get dirty and yellowed anymore.

Gone is the irritatingly hideous touch of slow burning sweaty droplets trickling down starched white shirts, the pungent smell staying with you long after an angry sun has closed shop for the day.

Missing too are the sight of mouth watering mangoes and blood red water melons; the young and not so young no longer await their turn to lick into delectable ice creams.

But then all that’s something nobody minds so terribly as what awaits is simply wondrous.

As the clichéd lines go, ‘It’s in the air’.

You can feel it in the slight early morning chill as you walk by neighborhoods swathed in a pastel green; the smiles are back in peoples’ faces; there is a soporific lightness in the air all around you that goads one to tuck away under warm sheets, stealing an extra six winks without the accompaniment of soul searing guilt.

All around there is a refreshing openness__be it in the skies above or the earth below.

It’s official: summer’s over, autumn’s here.

If so, can spring be far behind.

The air will soon be filled with romance.

Pity, all I have are but memories.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #SPF #flashfiction #autumn #200words

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of September 19, 2017

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CATCH- 22

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Stop the bloody siren, will you. Don’t want the world to know”.

Inspector Sharma barked to his driver as the police jeep screeched to a halt on the kerb opposite the The Hyatt.

As the two sidestepped their way past the thick evening traffic, the senior officer’s eyes turned upwards, taking in the strobe of hexagonal lights that reflected off umpteen curtained windows.

Ah! The indulgences of the moneyed class.

The phone vibrated from inside his trouser pockets.

Angrily, he stabbed it to silence.

Bad timing! There are times murder takes priority over a wife’s ramblings.

“Any clues, Pandey?”

‘Nothing much, Sir. Around 30. She checked in yesterday. A single bullet. Shot through the temple.

The receptionist hastily put on a nervous half smile.

‘Except…’

The lift doors opened. The two stepped inside, leaving behind thick smudgy imprints of their boots on the white marbled lobby floors. /

“Except what?”

‘Sir, a waiter saw a cop hurriedly leaving the room three hours ago’.

The doors shut behind them as the two made their way to Room No. 1408.

‘Sir, he said he had seen the man before… on TV. It’s our Police Commissioner.’

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #flashfiction #shorstory

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Sunday Photo Fiction – September 17th 2017

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EXPOSED

14 John Robinson 17 September 2017

© John Robinson

By Neel Anil Panicker

Long hours of concentrated vigil can wreck havoc with one’s imagination.

Hunched behind the side street walls, his generous frame with its fleshy legs and large hands messily tucked inside the narrow space between the walls, Albert wondered at the fickle nature of man’s perspectives.

As his weary eyes soared above the bridge and bored into the red bricked ten storied Victorian structure a mere 100 metres away, his love affair with all things antedeluvian began to slowy chip away.

Was it not a month ago that he would endlessly scour the city, walking by centuries old cobbled streets with delectable street lights that glowed a low light flame from within intricately carved paraffin filled lamps, the fading sun adding to the magical luminiscience as it fell on wind swept autumnal leaves?

A week hence, the positions had changed; the watcher had become the watched.

A complete role reversal of the benefiaciary/benefactor; victim/perpetrator; lawbreaker/lawkeeper; giver/receiver binary.

In the affairs of men and mice anything and everything is possible.

Looking one more time at the neatly arrayed box shaped row of windows, he felt exposed, utterly naked under their unflinching gaze.

For a spy, that’s the worst thing that could happen.

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WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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St. Petersburg, Russia

JUST GASSING

(GENRE: Historical Fiction)

By Neel Anil Panicker

As the eight door state car, a shining black limousine screeched to a halt, a sprightly six foot tall man in an overall coat quickly ran upto and held the back door open.

A few moments later, Joseph Stalin, the most powerful man in Russia spoke.

“Nikolai, we’ve a problem. We aren’t killing them fast enough.”

‘Comrade, I’m aware of that. I have a solution. Have a look at this.’

“That’s a bread van, you fool”.
‘Only from the outside. It’s in fact a Dushegubka.’

“Now what’s the hell is that?”

‘It’s an airtight mobile gas van. What we do is simply strip our enemies naked, tape their mouths and bundle them into the truck. The piped fuel gas will ensure that they all die inhaling carbon monoxide even before the vehicle reaches the graveyard.’

“Excellent. Easy and quick riddance. This way we save on the bullets too. Long Live The Revolution.”
‘Comrade, there’s one small hitch. The driver would be able to hear the screams as the victims die slow, painful deaths’.

‘Oh, that’s wonderful. He gets free entertainment.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #historical fiction #whatpegmansaw #179words

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND

The gas van was invented and used by the Soviet secret police NKVD in the late 1930s during the Great Purge.[2][3][4][5][6][7]

The Great Purge or the Great Terror (Russian: Большо́й терро́р) was a campaign of political repression in the Soviet Union which occurred from 1936 to 1938.[1] It involved a large-scale purge of the Communist Party and government officials, repression of peasants and the Red Armyleadership, widespread police surveillance, suspicion of “saboteurs”, “counter-revolutionaries”, imprisonment, and arbitrary executions.[2] Mobile gas vans were invented to execute people without trial.[3][4][5] In Russian historiography, the period of the most intense purge, 1937–1938, is called Yezhovshchina (Russian: Ежовщина; literally, “Yezhov phenomenon”,[note 1] commonly translated as “times of Yezhov” or “doings of Yezhov”), after Nikolai Yezhov, the head of the Soviet secret police, the NKVD, who was later killed in the purge. It has been estimated that 600,000 people died at the hands of the Soviet government during the Purge.[6]

It was later widely implemented as an extermination method in Nazi Germany to kill enemies of the regime, mostly Jews.[8]

The Nazis began experimenting with poison gas for the purpose of mass murder in late 1939 with the killing of mental patients (“euthanasia”). A Nazi euphemism, “euthanasia” referred to the systematic killing of those Germans whom the Nazis deemed “unworthy of life” because of mental illness or physical disability

One of several methods used was the gas van. Such vans were first deployed in 1940 in “Euthanasia” operations. Hitler delegated the “Euthanasia” operation to Reichsleiter Philip Bouhler, Dr. Karl Brandt, and several doctors of their choice.

Prior to gassing, the victims were ordered to hand over all of their valuables. They then had to undress themselves and finally entered the gas vans. The two doors at the back of the wagons were closed, the tube then locked to the exhaust. To calm down the naked victims a lamp was switched on for some minutes. The driver then started the motor, which ran in neutral gear for about ten minutes. During this time the motor produced enough carbon monoxide to suffocate the victims. As they were so crowded together there was lack of air anyway. When the screaming and pounding had stopped, the driver started the drive to the cremation.

Nikolai Yezhov

Nikolai Ivanovich Yezhov (Russian: Никола́й Иванович Ежо́в, IPA: [nʲɪkɐˈlaj jɪˈʐof]; May 1, 1895 – February 4, 1940) was a Soviet secret police official under Joseph Stalin. He was head of the NKVD from 1936 to 1938, during the most active period of the Great Purge. His time in office is known as the “Yezhovshchina” (Russian: Ежовщина),[4] a term coined during the de-Stalinization campaign of the 1950s.[note 1] After presiding over executions and mass arrests during the Great Purge, Yezhov became a victim of it himself. He was arrested, confessed under torture to a range of anti-Soviet activity, and was executed in 1940. By the beginning of World War II, his status within the Soviet Union became that of a political unperson.[5]