Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the queen of flash fiction the wonderful Rochelle at


Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

By Neel Anil Panicker

Duffel bag in hand, Ronnie worms his way towards the ramp.

Above the sun beams its pride on his freckled face while the westerly winds shamelessly flirt with his flock of golden brown locks.

A group of teenage girls wriggle past him__flashing, fluttering, thrusting whatever it is they believe makes men go bonkers.

Unmindful, Ronnie walks past Customs and lines up to enter the ferry.

That’s when he spots her.

Long luxuriant hair, high cheek bones, angelic face, killer smile et al.

The ships’s horns blast the final call.

Smiling, he steps in.

It’s going to be some journey.

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16 June 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

As the siren dripping police car screeched to a halt near the white marbled hotel entrance, the bumble bee of television cameras swooped down on it, catching off guard its lone occupant Inspector Sharma even as he emerged out of his air-conditioned cocoon into the mid-June summer madness that had become Kolkata.

“Not now” he thundered, as he hacked his way past the thick foliage of thick skinned news sniffing journos and their protruding microphones, taking the lift to the tenth floor, to room number 110, where awaiting him were three dismembered bodies including one of a three-month-old baby girl.

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 Friday Fictioneers by its fantabulous  Facilitator, Rochelle has chosen the marvellous Sarah Potter‘s lovely pic this week.

Dare to have a go at writing a 100-word story. Click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs – reallly, they aren’t that complicated…

Wanna read other versions?  Do click on the blue frog


Copyright Sarah Potter

By Neel Anil Panicker

“At this price it’s a steal, Akshay”.

‘It’s something the landlady said.’

“Now what’s it Akki? That she stays in her bungalow with her paralytic husband. That they bought this house back in the 80’s when the rates had slumped southwards. That her two children have flown the nest and settled abroad and rarely visit them. Is that what bugs you, dear husband?”

‘No, something else, Susie. Did you hear her say this place been locked ever since she bought it ten years ago?’


‘How come there’re fresh plants on the balcony sill. And traces of blood…warm human blood?”

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By Neel Anil Panicker

My slumberous self wakes up in spiteful sweat, stony eyes locking horns with walls that mirror my lonesome existence.

And then it begins, the hallucinations, one of those slow moving Victorian horror shows, reel after torturous reel unspooling in stark black and white.

That’s when I smell and see, the nauseating putrescence, followed by the hellish spectre; a  blackened doll, its grotesque innards; lips, half opened, as if  wanting to say something; eyes, two black buttons staring into space, the face, a question mark.

It’s hers, my little one’s, all of four, put to sleep by a mad man’s bomb.

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A fictional story relating to the tragic Manchester bombing.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle.

26 May 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker

With much trepidation she steps into Chelsea’s room.

‘Mama, I’m a grown up girl. No entering my room, ok?’

The words a command, spoken with the authority of one stepping into her teens.

The guitar gapes at her, its case open.

Hours before it was strumming Dangerous Weapon.

A half eaten sandwich, its hardened crust pointing heavenly, a left over from last night’s indulgence, mocks her from the floor below.

‘Chels, you need to be more organised. How dirty is your room’.

She realises she’s speaking to an empty room.

“I’m off to Manchester, for the concert of my life.”

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NO LUCK TONIGHT  (99 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Sir, I’m extremely sorry, today we won’t be able to serve you Peppy Paneer Pizza’.

Christopher couldn’t believe his ears.

“Won’t be able to serve…what bullshit is this?”

A volley of profuse apologies soon met their match in a fusillade of unprintable abuses.

“Sir, instead, I recommend you try our in-house specialty ‘Chicken Supreme’. You’ll simply love it’s lip smacking medley of pepperoni, keema, meat balls and sausage.”

Christopher banged his fists on the table, glared at the hapless waiter one last time, and stomped out through the front door muttering to himself, “no Peppy Paneer, no murder tonight.”

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This story is written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS





By Neel Anil Panicker  (99 words)

‘Just one more thing.’

“Babes, thanks to you ciggies are off the table. So is alcohol. Ogling at PYTs too.

What more do you want?”

‘No wheeling.’


‘Yes, you heard that right. Car, bike, truck, tractor, bicycle, tricycle…what have you…all these are a strict no no.’

“You mad? Is this some kind of a weird joke?”

‘No, I am just being protective__of my kids, the two that we will have, once we get married.

‘Don’t want them saddled with a near brain dead one legged father.

“So, how do we move around?”

‘That’s easy, I do the driving.’

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