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FLYING OFF By Neel Anil Panicker The closest she had been to an airport was when, once as a child, while being whisked yet one more time from one large city (she doesn’t recall which one) to another, she had craned her neck out of the moving car windows and sighted the twenty feet high … Continue reading neelwrites/takingoff/flashfictionforthepurposefulpractitioner/flashfiction/11/07/2018
A HAWK’S EYE By Neel Anil Panicker MorgueFile April 62433e902 ‘I think this person is the murderer.’ Akshay Rawat, senior inspector of Simla Police Station looked from across the table at his friend Detective Chacko. The two, known to each other for the past seven years, had struck up a lively friendship ever since the … Continue reading neelwrites/holesinthesky/flashfictionforthepuprposefulpractitioner/shortstory/200words/detectivechackocrimefictionseries/26/05/2018
TROUBLE FROM TOP By Neel Anil Panicker The view from the hill top hotel window was spectacular: a sea of blue and cutting through it, several high speed fibre glass boats choc-a-bloc with cheerful men, women and children__the flash of cameras adding an extra zing to the luminosity of the high beamed mercury vapour lamps … Continue reading neelwrites/heightenedtrouble/FFfPP/fiction/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/205words/22/03/2018
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017: WEEK #33 Hosted by Roger Shipp at https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-33/ Click on the Blue Frog to share your story with our community. THE HIT By Neel Anil Panicker “Finish him outside the judge’s chamber”. The words were a staccato, delivered in a banal tone, as if it came straight off a … Continue reading neelwrites/thehit/partfourteenofadangerouslove/24/08/2017
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017: WEEK #30 Hosted at https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/02/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-30/ CAT’S OUT OF THE BAG? By Neel Anil Panicker Ali struck out the back of his palm and squatted a mosquito that had settled on his bare legs. The standard issue prison uniforms were too short for his six foot tall frame. The half … Continue reading neelwrites/cat’soutofthebag/FFfPP/part8ofdangerouslove/fiction/08/08/2017
The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, May 24th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.) https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/24/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-22/ This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, June 2nd, 2017. Click on the Blue Frog to share your story with our community. A … Continue reading neelwrites/FFfPP/firemen/200words/29/05/2017
THE MURDER OF INNOCENCE (PART ONE) By Neel Anil Panicker Alone in the pitch dark garage of his house, that stood like a solitary pine, a classy duplex flat in the in the extreme far corner of Fifth Avenue, the snooty upper class secluded neighbourhood of South Delhi, fifteen year old Abhilash turned into a … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/murderofinnocence-#01/393words/FFfPP#05/05/2017
THE WAITING GAME (200 words) By Neel Anil Panicker Eighteen year olds hell bent on taking their lives fall into two categories. If you were James Ekka, Jim to the legions of his admirers, and one who owned the meanest set of two wheels this side of Hyderabad, you would call it quits in super … Continue reading neelwrites/FFfPP/fiction/shortstory/200words/17/04/2017
HEART SURGERY By Neel Anil Panicker “Dr James Ekka, the charge against you is that you slept with your patient. Is that true?” Steering aside a mop of hair from his temples, Dr James peered at the four men and lone woman staring down at him from across the table. They were the Medical Board; … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/200words/08/03/2017
24/7 SERVICE By Neel Anil Panicker I was at the hospital when night duty nurse Harleen called out my name. “Mrs Mehta!, you got a call,” she shrieked, her voice shrill and dictatorial. She left the receiver uncovered. “It is a phone call from Mrs Reena!” Boy or girl, she said. With Harleen breathing down … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/03/03/2017
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