What a Virat match
Virushka steams Italy
Love flares finally.
(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #poem #haiku
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100 Word Wednesday: Week 48
Photo by Trevor Cole
By Neel Anil Panicker
Inspector Sharma looked through the windshield as the approaching police van made a discreet entrance through the usually locked back gates of Tiz Hizari Courts.
The vehicle grinded to a halt near the parking area reserved for judges and higher officials.
From here it would be but a short two minute walk through the narrow garden path that led to the temporary court cell.
The accused would then be led to the respective courts located on the first and second two floors of the multi-plex style sprawling court complex.
Sharma watched the prisoners closely as they alighted.
One in particular caught his attention, Ali; the cop wondered what awaited him_ jail, bail, or was it something else?
©neelanilpanicker2017 #PART 30 of A DANGEROUS LOVE #FICTION #NOVELLA #117WORDS
To read previous episodes of this ongoing novella ” A DANGEREOUS LOVE’ click on the links below:
PART EIGHT https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/neelwritescatsoutofthebagfffpppart8ofdangerouslovefiction08082017/
PART TEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/neelwritesalonelyvigilparttenofadangerouslovefiction35812082017/
PART 27: https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/28/neelwritesbiggamehuntingpart27ofadangerouslovenovellafictionthreelinetales28102017/
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Mrs Mallick, I must say for a child of his age Rohan has a very fertile imagination. Here have a look at this.”
The two ladies looked at the arts and crafts patchwork laid out the long display table at the Annual School Arts and Crafts Exhibition.
“Isn’t that simply wonderful”, Miss Radhika Bose, the Class One Arts Teacher continued, pointing her finger towards the long angular cobbled pathway that led to a domed forested villa.
“Right down to the rocky outgrowth abutting it, the cute little wooden bench and the birds’ nest, tinged a sparkling blue, every single detail is a sensual treat. And the icing on the cake__ this quaint little miniature house adjacent to the main one. Tell me Mrs Mallick, which child of six displays the intelligence and foresight to draw such beautifully?”.
The question was meant as a rhetoric and as such Mrs Mullick had nothing much to offer but simply smile in acknowledgement of the deluge of praises that were coming her only child’s way.
She didn’t deem it fit to reveal to anyone the inspiration behind the ‘second’ house.
How embarrassing would it be if she revealed that Rohan’s father kept two houses.
©NEELANILPANICKER2017 #FICTION #FLASHFICTION #SHORTSTORY #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTIONEERS