neelwrites/something’sfishy/fiction/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/100words/08/02/2018

SOMETHING’S FISHY

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Sir, it’s suicide. This guy, name’s Thomas, around sixtyish moonlighted at the hotel__waited tables, occasionally cooked. Seems his fish curry was a favourite among the backpackers. Yesterday, they fished him out of the sea. The manager says he was sprawled on the upper deck floor after shutdown. Had a bottle beside him.”

“You’ve haven’t dug enough, Pandey”.

‘I’m sorry Sir, I don’t get you’.

“You won’t, you buffoon. This guy drinks but not on a Monday, the day he died. Means somebody forced liquor down his throat and hurled him into the waters. Got to find out who and why.”

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neelwrites/stuntedgrowth/fiction/fridayfictioneers/100words/01/02/2018

STUNTED GROWTH

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Son, see that tree over there?’

“That’s barely a tree, Dad.”

‘Son, that’s the work of man. Evil men. Precisely, a few evil men.’

“Dad, what do they want?”

‘Son, they want to claim the tree for themselves, roots and all. Each warring group has laid claim to its ownership.’

“But dad, what’s there to fight over a tree? A tree that gives us fruits and flowers, provides shelter, and even supplies us with wood?”

‘Exactly my son, but try telling that to grown up men.’

“Dad, if this is what grownups do then I’m better off remaining a child.”

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neelwrites/intodust/fridayfictioners/shortstory/99words/25/01/2018

INTO DUST…

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

By Neel Anil Panicker

Anthony Gonsalves peered out from his broken windowsill at the empty desolate stretch in front of him.

Barring a half legged dog that limped about, its howl, a slow painful agony, nothing moved, not even the wind.

This place is as dead as the dodo, the old man reasoned to himself. And this derelict house, his only possession, nothing but a pipe dream, a dream that had turned into dust.

Unlike what everybody averred, there’s no treasure trunk stashed underneath it.

‘Dad, they called again. Says they’re willing to treble the offer.’

“Done. Let them have this white elephant.’

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neelwrites/leftdangling/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/shortstory/100words/17/01/2018

LEFT DANGLING

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker

The irony of life stared them from above five hundred feet. Strapped to their seats, their legs and feet fastened by soft but strong leather fasteners, the twins shrieked and squealed, the sheer shrill in their still unbroken voices rising like a crescendo above the boisterous din of other equally vociferous pre-teens.

Clasping her twi

n brother’s hands, Sheena stared down from her boxed car at the ground below, the bumble bee of weekend revelers mere tiny specks. Two of them were her new ‘mum and dad’.

She wondered if today was the happiest or saddest day of her life.

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neelwrites/thetrap/fridayfictioneers/fiction/sshortstory/100words/11/01/2018

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12 January 2017

THE TRAP

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

By Neel Anil Panicker

The hours ebbed by and so did her life.

Lathered in her own blood and bile, Shrishti lay on the floor, a sorry near comatose figure.

On the third day, she stirred. And when the bones of her frail body rattled like an ancient coal engine bogey gone careening off the rails, she cried her lungs out in pain, a heart wrenching wail that birthed and died within the four walls.

It was then that she eyed the spider’s web, and her ears were once again assaulted by his words: ‘Remember baby, there’s no escape. You’re mine and mine alone.’

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neelwrites/bigshamindianwedding/FridayFiction/flash/shortstory/100words/04/01/2018

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BIG SHAM INDIAN WEDDING

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘We’ve given all the dowry you’d demanded. Our honour’s at stake. What more do you want?’

Rita couldn’t believe her eyes. Her father was on his knees, begging tears of mercy from the groom’s father while her entire clan stood quivering in fear.

“Stop it. I’m calling off this marriage. Why should boys have all the fun? It’s time to change the rules of the game. Time girls did the picking.”

As the stunned groom and his entourage looked on, she delivered the final volley, ‘And now will you leave or shall I call the police”?
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neelwrites/whataride!/fiction/shortstory/100words/28/12/2017

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29 December 2017

WHAT A RIDE!

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Marriage is like a cycle. Once you hop onto it there’s no stepping down.’

“There you go, Reverend Father Ronnie Screwalla. Still sermonising from the pulpit a good 72 hours after Christmas.”

‘Glad you didn’t find it pompous?’

“Knowing you I simply saved my breath, my dear.”

‘I was just proposing to you, my love.’

“Glad you made that clear. I was about to misconstrue it to be some

kind of a warning, perhaps a premonition, maybe even some sort of a veiled threat.”

‘So, what do you say, my darling?’

“Well, it all depends on who does the pedalling?”

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