neelwrites/minds’amaze/realisticfiction/flash/fridayfictioneers/100words/13/06/2018

MIND’S A MAZE (GENRE: Realistic Riction)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

By Neel Anil Panicker

Her mind’s aching with sepia toned memories; memories that get dimmer by the hour.

‘Cancer, of any type, is slow poison. It kills you; slowly, breath by breath.’

This is someone’s memoir she read.  They batter her already battered mindscape.

 

This month’s been hectic. She’s traveled through childhood, relived her school days, her joyous life as the “most naughtiest, loveliest, bestest 10 year old girl in the history of Scottish High School.”

This from her Fifth Grade teacher; somewhat bombastic but heartfelt utterings.

Outside, the hospital van wails. She extricates herself from the past. It’s Chemo Day, again.

Her future beckons.

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15 June 2018

 

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neelwrites/amurderinthechurch/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/100words/06/06/2018

A MURDER IN THE CHURCH

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma’s hawk eyes scanned the high domed  pearl white Victorian archways of St. Thomas Church.

Men, women and children, some young enough to be held in their mothers’ arms,  seated all around him in benches, in two rows and six long columns that extended all the way  from the pulpit to the main jam packed hallway.

From a hexagonal slit in the balcony twenty feet high watched Carlos the Rat, the scourge of the entire police machinery.

And in the crosshairs of his long range telescopic gun was Rama Krishnan,  his bete noire and  also the Cochin City Mayor.

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8 June 2018

neelwrites/diggingabout/fridayfictioners/flashfiction/100words/30/05/2018

DIGGING ABOUT

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

By Neel Anil Panicker

Hey, so this is what I do nowadays ever since I bid adieu to the artsy world of crime solving.

I mean look at me; furrowing and ploughing my way through knee length dirt and slush, spending whole afternoons and the better part of evenings digging and baling out huge tracts of earth, all in the vain hope that some ferns and fronds bloom and brighten up the dreary environs  that encase my post-retired existence.

Hey, I just stomped on something. It’s a man’s foot.  A man’s foot? In my garden? Someone’s hell bent on plucking me out of retirement.

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BY ROCHELLEWISOFF

1 June 2018

 

neelwrites/futuretense/fridayfictioneers/flash/shortstory/100words/crystal/23/05/2018

FUTURE SHOCK

By Neel Anil Panicker

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Mary, what’s the matter with you? All you do all day is stare at that silly little thing that’s lies on the dinner table”.

Mary flicked her well manicured fingernails towards her husband and vollied, ‘That ‘silly little thing’, my dear, is called crystal, a crystal bowl to be precise. And what’s inside it is a plant. In fact it’s no ordinary plant; it’s a money plant. It’s good omen. It’s going to bring in a lot of money. One day we’re going to be rich”.

“Is that so? There’s a name for your indulgence: It’s called crystal ball gazing.”  #neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash #flashfiction #fridayfictioneers #100words

25 May 2018

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neelwrites/nightlight/fridayfictioneers/flash/shortstory/100words/09/05/2018

NIGHT LIGHTS

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

I like this amoral city; this Mecca of debauchery.

Oh! Look at them!!!

The ‘now on now off’ neon lit psychedelic signages that unabashedly scream out the various pleasures that await the human flesh.

My gaze turns upwards; I gawk at the gargantuan skyscrapers that encircle me.

I wonder at the shenanigans that take place behind those half darkened curtains.

I ponder at what new secrets are waiting to be birthed.

I also wonder at the pots of gold that’ lies buried under some of them.

Yes, I truly love this city, and the riches await me.

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11 May 2018

neelwrites/thevigil/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/100words/02/05/2018

THE VIGIL

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ronald stared uphill.

All that greeted him was an eerie emptiness.

He rubbed his eyes, blinked and unblinked, even extricating a tiny pocket torch from the back pocket of his near torn jeans, directing the beam of rays at the stony half broken slabs.

Barring the faint outline of rugged rocks enmeshed in thick overgrowth, everything was nothingness.

For a second he was assailed by doubts.

Was this a trap? Had he been misled by the informer?

It’s then that the faint aroma of lavender soap wafted through the air.

His heart gladdened.

A few feet away lay his ‘prey’.

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NEELWRITES/HOBSON’SCHOPICE/fridayfictioneers/flash/shortstory/100words/25/04/2018

HOBSON’S CHOICE

By Neel Anil Panicker

“It’s the boondocks. Not a soul here.”

‘Absolutely, Esther. It’s Stone Age minus any beings.’

“Then why’re we here, Steve”?

‘That’s b’coz we’re going to live here, at least for some time”.

“Live here? In this back of beyond wilderness? You’ve gone bonkers? How on earth did you ever think I was going to agree to this madcap idea?

‘It’s either this or the electric chair? Remember, that’s what awaits us out there. That what we pay for robbing ten billion dollars, and killing a couple of guards, too?”

‘It’s like being caught between a rock and a hard place’.

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27 April 2018