#FridayFotoFiction Sep 8-13 Prompt

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By Neel Anil Panicker

He raised his hands to cover his face but the shutterbugs outsmarted him, capturing his shaggy, crestfallen visage, their high resolution lenses picking out every single fibre and tissue, pore and crease, capturing for posterity his misery and fall from grace.

He felt like being fed to the vultures, a piece of meat served on a platter for the pleasurable  consumption of voyeuristic masses.

The very same masses who even barely a day ago bowed their heads in deference and paid obeisance to him at his palatial ashram while he showered them with his benevolence from atop his majestic golden throne, surrounded, fanned and fawned by a never ending bevy of bewitching beauties. ‘Sadhvis’, he liked to call them in public.

The truth lay bare when one of them spilled the beans on his ‘nocturnal’ activities.

The wheels of fortune had turned fully for Baba Furqan Bengali whose new address read ‘Prisoner No. 537, Tihar Jail’.

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Friday Foto FIction Prompt

By Neel Anil Panicker

“What about the books? Are you selling them too?”, the raddiwallah gruffly asked her.

Asha had spent almost an entire day clearing the attic.

She glanced at the books; a pile of short stories, the ones which her husband had accumulated back in the days when he served the Army.

“Why don’t you read them? You will get lost in a magical new world,” he had often chided her, knowing fully well her reluctance for the written word.

‘No, I don’t need them. My life is magical enough,’ had been her stock reply.

But now in the autumn of her life, with hubby dear long dead, and the kids all flown the nest,

the magic had long gone from her life.

‘No, I will not sell the books,” she resolved.

Thus commenced her love affair with books. It soon led to another discovery.

Unlike human bonds of love she had experienced so far, the romance with books was of a different level. It was undemanding and unconditional.

For the first time in seventy years, Asha’s feet were not on earth; she had discovered heaven.

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99 not out

By Neel Anil Panicker

“So, tell me, when did our school ‘Mister Studious’ turn into a skirt chaser?”

“Right after college, six months after father died and, within an hour of landing in New York.”

Nancy released the pebble from her hands. The waters below formed into a small puddle.

“Hmm! that sounds like some real dramatic stuff, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Three years, two continents, seven countries, and…99 girls”

“You missed out on a well deserved century, though.”

“I ran out of partners…and you?”

“Same story, stuck at 99.”

Sharad looked into her eyes and said,

“Come, let’s complete our centuries”.

Nancy couldn’t agree more.




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By  Neel Anil Panicker

The phone beeped.


With Harsh in the room, and on leave for the next two days, I knew I couldn’t  just pick up the phone and say to forget it.

It beeped again.

Harsh said: “Looks like someone’s very desperate.”

He had seen me on the phone arguing the other day.

What’s the matter” he’d asked.

Someone wants to sell his car, I’d answered, slyly.

He had seen me flipping through car mags of late.

Careful, he’d said. Check mileage and pick up, he added.

I knew what both meant.

“I will”, I said, and walked out, the phone in my hand.

word count: 103



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