neelwrites/don’tdoafannie/flashfictionchallenge/shortstory/21/-7/2018

July 19: Flash Fiction Challenge

HONEY, DON’T DO A FANNIE ON ME

By  Neel Anil Panicker

How do I know you’ll not do a Fannie Hooe on me?

“A who?”

Richard looked at his beau from across the window.

Overcome with emotion, he leaned forward and held Janet’s hands.

Her fingers had turned moist, just as her eyes.

I meant don’t do the disappearing act just like Fannie did eons ago.

The train’s giant wheels were already trudging forward.

As Richard’s hands slipped out of her fingers his parting words were, “Listen, I know not who or what this Fannie thing’s all about. All I know is we’re going to get married in six months”.

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neelwrites/flyinghigh/ThursdayPhotoPrompt/flashfiction/shortstory/20/07/2018

FLYING HIGH

By Nee Anil Panicker

The clouds were white milky sheets. Set against the backdrop of azure blue skies with the slightest tingle of violet, the view from the top was magical to say the least.

Naina had never come this high.

But Akram was insistent.

“Believe me baby, it’s going to be cool. Plus, it’ll forever free you from your fear of heights”.

He was like that__words like baby, cool, wow, yippie…flowed easily from his thick nicotine stained lips that always curved up in a half mocking smile.

His thick mop of curly hair loosened its strands and like a dog straining against its leash, desperately tried to break free__tossing and twirling, daring the icy winds that blew over them.

Sitting on the edge of a rocky outgrowth two feet away, Naina looked down from the hill top.

All she could  see was a 500-metre bottomless pit of sheer green.

Her head turned dizzy as a whirlpool of disjointed thoughts began to swirl around in her head.

Had she really come this high? Could she have been such a fool to have acquiesced to this half boiled idea of this crackpot of a boyfriend of hers and tagged along on a Monday such as this when ideally she should have been in school

teaching tiny tots Jack and Jill and other arresting nursery rhymes. True, he was good. Good in bed, that is. I mean at her age, pushing the thirties, to get the undivided attention of a horny teenager ever willing to improvise was definitely a big boon, akin to someone bagging a lottery, she surmised. But then now this__ to come this far, to agree to climb a hill and stare down a rocky  fall? No, no ways was this cool. No baby, no way was she staying one moment longer.

Having made up her mind, Naina signalled to Akram.

“Come, let’s go. I feel dizzy…”

The words hung in the air as her feet slipped behind a loose pebble and off she went floating like a bird deep down the valley.   

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Thursday photo prompt: Summit #writephoto

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neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/flash/shortstory/19/07/2018

SHE’S A DREAM 

By Neel Anil Panicker

three line tales, week 129: a friendly robot – or is he up to something sinister?

She’s honest, witty, speaks over a hundred languages, cooks lip smacking multi-cultural delicacies, looks a million bucks, is good in bed and makes all your fantasies come true in bed, and what’s more__ never ever talks back, gets upset, checks your cell phone messages, snores like a pig, smells of garlic, or rushes off to her mom-in-law after every silly fight.

 

“ But Vikky, she’s so perfect, like an automatic machine, in fact she’s one, an automated lover at best, a silent spectator to man’s discomfiture at worst.”

You duffer, when will you realise that real people are programmed to combat, at times unsuccessfully, with life’s myriad and gargantuan problems; but she’s programmed to ensure that such problems never ever take birth.

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Three Line Tales, Week 129

Three Line Tales, Week 129

neelwrites/timetokill/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/flash/18/07/2018

TIME TO KILL

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

The sun is a bright red orb.

It’s a beautiful day no doubt.

I’m passing by Mrs Miller’s.

She’s the one who lives two blocks from where I’m put up.

I spot her, Rumble, the Golden Retriever that’s permanently stationed near the huge wrought iron gates of the Millers__ the old childless couple who’ve set base here in this back of beyond wilderness.

 

They’re rich. I figured that much__ rich enough to buy an entire island.

 

I hurl the pack of loose meat inside.

 

Rumble dives.

 

It’s not arsenic.

 

Is going to be slow.

 

I don’t mind.

 

I have time.

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20 July 2018

neelwrites/prisionbreak/threethingschallenge/ttc/flash/shortstory/18/07/2018

PRISON BREAK

By Neel Anil Panicker

“STOP. Strictly no touching.  Hands off the table”.

Edrin lifted his shaggy dog eared eyes and looked  to his left, at the prison guard.

‘Damn’t, can’t he turn blind, at least for a moment’, he muttered, as he locked eyes with Diana.

The two were at the Cochin Central Jail, at its Visitors’ Gallery, to be precise.

‘Darling, I hate to see you here. Guess what, the world outside has turned sour and odourless without you’.

Edrin scratched the back of his neck, and then poked at his nose furiously, all gestures she correctly assessed as indicative of his extreme irritability.

His shoulders hunched forward like a massive oncoming wave, riding up and down his collar bone__a massive JCB  machine gone off the rails.

“Listen, next week. I want me out, okey?”

Despite the guard’s proximity, he’d managed to keep his voice, a mere whisper, audible enough for her to hear his mangled words.

Leaning forward, Diana asked, “Tell me what needs to be done and it’ll be done”.

Her eyes were split wide open, the eyebrows arched upwards to their maximum, the pupils of her eyes two little limpid pools.

 

Edrin raised his head and looked around with practised nonchalance.

Barring  two other white robed inmates and their respective visitors besides a couple of guards, the oblong shaped hall was empty, it being closer to end of visiting hours.

His eyes fell on the calendar the hung on the wall opposite him.

“July 21. Three days from now. 1600 hours. Northern periphery flanking Gate No. 6.”

As Diana pursed her lips open to say something, he ended, “Remember to drive down in a jeep. Sit tight, knees to the ground, and await my signal”.

“That’s enough. Time’s up. Go back to your cells”, barked the guard as the two locked eyes, secretive smiles playing on their lips, before turning their backs and heading away in opposite directions.

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3tc

Three Things Challenge, 17 July 2018

Today’s things are: calendar, knee, jeep  

neelwrites/homeiswheretheheartis/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/175words/17/07/2018

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS  (2 minute read)

By Neel Anil Panicker

It’s beaten and battered. It’s demeaning and dangerous. It’s inhuman and inhospitable.

But, still, it’s home. HOME with a capital H.

It’s Seelampur__the place of your birth, raised and razed, several times over.

It’s the place that holds all your memories; the place where you lost and found__everything from a home to family, to friends, to football.

Also love.

They__those bombastic guys who speak English with a twang and who walk around with a swagger and whose bodies reek of the best of eu de cologne, the kind who live in fancy multi storied houses and villas by the sea, and who zip around in fancy planes __all those spoilt brats who claim themselves to be Children of a Higher God__they say__theirs’ is life, that it’s they who live while others are doomed to a lifetime of misery and unhappiness.

I say, no. That they’re wrong; we’re right.

‘coz we’ve got one thing they may never ever possess.

We’ve got love.

And that, I say, is the greatest of all wealth.

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FFfAW Challenge – 174th

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/fffaw-challenge-174th/

neelwrites/yougetwhatyoudeserve/threethingschallenge/ttc/flash/shortstory/16/07/2018

YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE

By Neel Anil Panicker

From the epicentre of his bedevilled brain a spasmodic tidal wave of revulsion began to erupt, ultimately breaking out like red hot molten lava, erupting with great centrifugal energy, and hurtling with maddening fury and blind rage; the veins carrying the biles of hatred, anathema, antogonism and utter contempt, all seeping through and infiltrating every single nerve and senew of his gargantuan six foot two frame.

“Bloody politicians! Sharks they are all. Bloody murderers too. Bloody bloodsucking vampires in suits”, he screamed out to one in particular, his voice an agony filled ghastly cry in the dark.

“What’s the matter, old man, you seem particulalry upset tonight. What riles you, my dear friend,”?, the gentleman seated next to him in the bench at the far right corner of the desolated neighborhood park inquired.

“Here, have a look at this, Steve. Look what the newspapers say about these Wall Street suited booted ‘omniscient’ bastards?”

Steve looked at Richard his childhood buddy and erstwhile Professor of Economics at the University of Leeds and smiled, a wry all knowing smile even as he nodded his head in solidarity with his friend’s early miorning utterings.

‘Yes, you’re are right, Richie. These self serving men sit in ivory towers, make stupefying decisions, hoodwink the plebians with the sophistry of their arguments, and ultimately line their own pockets by squeezing every single penny off the pockets of the innocent, all trusting denizens who had trusted and thereby elected them in the first place. So, in the end, isn’t it true that the people get the government and leaders they deserve’?

The question was rhetorical and did not beg answer as the two setuagenarians got up and made the slow, painful back to the old age shelter.

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3TC

Three Things Challenge, 16 July 2018

Today’s things are: tower, tidal wave, shark#neelanilpanicker #ttc #threethingschallenge #shortstory #290words

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/three-things-challenge-16-july-2018/