Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017

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18 Eric Wiklund 10 December 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Mrs Mallick, I must say for a child of his age Rohan has a very fertile imagination. Here have a look at this.”

The two ladies looked at the arts and crafts patchwork laid out the long display table at the Annual School Arts and Crafts Exhibition.

“Isn’t that simply wonderful”, Miss Radhika Bose, the Class One Arts Teacher continued, pointing her finger towards the long angular cobbled pathway that led to a domed forested villa.

“Right down to the rocky outgrowth abutting it, the cute little wooden bench and the birds’ nest, tinged a sparkling blue, every single detail is a sensual treat. And the icing on the cake__ this quaint little miniature house adjacent to the main one. Tell me Mrs Mallick, which child of six displays the intelligence and foresight to draw such beautifully?”.

The question was meant as a rhetoric and as such Mrs Mullick had nothing much to offer but simply smile in acknowledgement of the deluge of praises that were coming her only child’s way.

She didn’t deem it fit to reveal to anyone the inspiration behind the ‘second’ house.

How embarrassing would it be if she revealed that Rohan’s father kept two houses.




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By Neel Anil Panicker

Joseph Livingstone looked over his shoulder at the guard who wore the same benign smile that we was wearing last Monday and the Monday before that and every Monday in the last eight months he had been walked down to the Visitors Room,  ever since the time he has been imprisoned at Singapore State Prison.

“You no come now. I fine. Know where the stash is, don’t you? Will fly to Jamaica before Christmas, for sure baby”, he whispered into Amanda’s ears, their eyes, pregnant with longing and hope, communicating love notes through the barbed wires.

‘What about Freddie? Says half of that stuff is his? How do I stop him?’

‘Time’s up mate’, barked the over six foot tall baton wielding prison guard who stood barely five feet from where they were.

Biting into his thick rose tinged lower lips, Joseph thought about that for one nano second, and then cupping his mouth hissed through the hexagonal steel mesh, “You have the gun, you know what to do, right?”

As he was being led away Joseph turned around the corner just in time to see his girl friend-cum-partner in crime honour him with a smile that said it all.

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143rd Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 11-28 through 12-04-2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Sir, I, I …me…I mean I was here…about to enter the lift when…”

Crime Branch Senior Inspector Yashwant Sharma looked through his rimless oval glasses at the bumbling figure in from of him and wondered not for the first time that evening whether the man in front of him could be the killer or worse, did he have it in him to be the killer.

His brain screamed a big ‘NO’.

The man was a shade under five feet and was blessed with a body shape that looked like a cross between a scraped off chicken bone and an half-formed mouse from a laboratory experiment gone horribly wrong.

The woman, an Amazonian near six feet, was found dead on the bedroom floor, strapped to a steel chair, her hands tied to the back with thick plastic rope, her face a mashed potato.

It looked like someone had stomped all over her. And there was no way this

grasshopper of a man, her husband, could have done this deed, the wily cop surmised.

If so, then who?

Did he pay someone to kill her?

If not, then who else?

Inspector Sharma’s detective brain turned into a kite straining to break off its harness.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – November 12th 2017

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217 11 November 12th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

“I’m done for the day. Will you feed Ananya when she wakes up. The milk’s in the fridge. You just need to add…”

Raj gets up from the couch. ‘Don’t worry, baby. I know what to do. You go to sleep. You got an early morning flight, remember’.

As Sherlin mouths a ‘Thanks, darling’ and tucks herself in bed beside little Ananya, Raj bends over and kisses both mother and daughter. “Sweet dreams, my loves”.

Closing the bedroom door gently behind them, Raj steps into the drawing room, bracing himself for the long night ahead.

Turning on the dim lights beside the couch, he begins to rifle through the day’s newspaper.

The front page headlines scream at him. “India’s not world’s dumping yard”; “Beef eaters are anti-national”; “Massive job losses across sectors”.

Disgusted, Raj flips over and skips through the City and Nation pages, all full of crime reportage. “16 year old school boy kills classmate ”;  35-year-old murders hubby, in-laws; “65 year old carpenter rapes one-month old” .

He realizes the world’s turned binary__ nationalists and anti-nationalists, cow worshippers and beef eaters, good people and bad people, job holders and job seekers…



FFfAW Challenge-Week of 11-07-2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Come, let me tell you a tale. Long long ago in time…’

“Papa, is this another one of your dragon stories? I am so bored of hearing them again and again.”

‘Well then my son, I will tell you a modern dragon tale?’

“A modern dragon tale? I thought there were no dragons and even if there were any, they all died or vanished millions of years go.”

‘Well,  very true my son, but a few survived. Two in particular and they are hell bent on destroying themselves.’

“Oh! is it so,Papa? I am curious now. Tell me, who they are? where they live? Everything.”

‘Oh! That one is easy. One straddles all over America and the other lords over North Korea.’

“Pops, I don’t mind they fight and destroy each other as long as they do no harm to the world around them.”

‘Same here, but looks like they are hell bent on destroying this beautiful world as well, my son.’

“Are they that powerful, Pops? Do they have huge sharp teeth, are their backs full of scales and spikes, are their mouths fireplaces and their noses chimneys, and are their toenails long sharp daggers?”

‘More than that, my dear son. They’re just mad.’



Sunday Photo Fiction – November 5th 2017

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216 11 November 5th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Roy Mathews narrowed his eyes and peered into the viewfinder.

Inside, the pupils of his eyes dilated as image after image assailed his senses.

A good three minutes later he extricated himself and half stumbling, fell onto his swivel chair.

Bloody Mary! He had been right. The bitch was cheating on him all this while.

Despite the air-conditioning, hot beads of sweat began to form around his temples.

“Darling, it’s your 40th birthday next week. I plan to make it absolutely memorable.”

Dammit! The lying infidel! His slurring voice ricocheted off the walls of their bedroom.

So this was her plan. Frolicking in bed with another man, his own office colleague, while he went around the countryside, slogging and flogging himself to death, selling sundry products for a living__ for her, for him, for their future.

Red hot molten rage swept through his veins as his heart beats went up and down like a yo-yo gone crazy.

He closed his eyes and maddening thoughts criss-crossed through his mind.

After battling for an hour, running through umpteen options, he finally succumbed.

She had to go, and quick.

A single bullet, shot through her heaving chest.

The death instant, the redemption instantaneous.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – October 29th 2017

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16 J Hardy Carroll 29 October 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Sir, there seems to be a problem. Something suspicious is showing up’.

Singapore Airport Officer Alphons Rodrigues peered into the computer screen that reflected the results of the X-ray machine.

Then peering out he looked at the woman__middle aged, narrow crinkly slit eyes, pale yellow skin__as she extricated the suitcase from the outer bay and walked towards the check out counter.

“Excuse me Madam but would you mind stepping aside”.


He had never seen such perfectly crafted busts.

He inspected them one by one.

An African, another two who, given their dusky colourations and slit eyes resting on near oval faces could have been from any of the South Asian countries, probably Indonesian or Singaporean, he wildly guessed, a pair that looked liked twins, one Briton, and one more, who had an eerie resemblance to a pre-teen Donald Trump.

All six of them, they looked lifelike; their eyes shone bright, the skin flawless sans wrinkles, the cheeks oh so perfect and flawless, the hair, exquisitely coiffured.

Satisfied albeit a bit amused, Alphons green signalled the woman.

An hour later and in her hotel room, Angga Bintam Aldi smashed little Trump’s head onto the floor and out fell a pouch full of fine grain cocaine.

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