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.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #100words


Three Line Tales, Week 73

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How green is my grass

three line tales 73 midsummer

photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash

By Neel Anil Panicker

“It’s going to be an exclusive affair__just the management, teachers, and students. They would love to hear from one of their own, especially one whose spectacular success is such a classic rags to riches story.”

As Salim Ibrahim, the CEO of a   Fortune 500 tech company, put the phone down, an avalanche of memories flooded his heart and his eyes moistened at the prospect of revisiting his alma mater, the one he had graduated from many moons ago.

He had one more reason to look forward to the visit: he would soon come face to face with Anwar Ali, the school gardener, also his biological father.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #ThreeLineTales #106words



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Today’s prompt word is

SOUL(n) : the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
A person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity.

Genre specification: All Genre


By Neel Anil Panicker

A blue chip first job via campus selection, doting parents who would steal the moon for her, an hour glass figure attractive enough to give any beauty contest winner a serious complex besides sending the male members of the human tribe into wild eyed delirium___at twenty three, life for Esther was one big never ending party.

That was when Shiamak happened.

A recent transfer from Head Office, the gangly sweet talking Accounts Manager turned out to be one not just blessed with a yen for facts but also a passion for figures.

Soon, Cupid struck and marriage followed.

Pity, she loved him with her heart and soul; he eyed her as just another a piece of meat, forever drilling holes into her heart.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #fivesentencestory #123words


Written for

100 Word Wednesday: Week 23

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What’s Cooking?


By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Chicken chops. Try it. I tell you, it’s absolutely lip smacking, Sir.’

Inspector Sharma squirmed, grunted, and all but hurled invectives into the phone.

With great difficulty he restrained himself.

Informers were a very valuable cog in the wheel of police detective work.

“Gullu, I’ll try it out for sure. But first tell me what you know about Pearl Diner and how is it linked to the double murders?”

The voice on the other end fell silent.

After what seemed an eternity, he heard the words,

‘Name’s Joseph. Waits tables there. He’s your man. Will lead you to the murderer.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #100wordwednesday



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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Three Line Tales, Week 71

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!


photo by Diana Feil via Unsplash

By Neel Anil Panicker

Newly engaged Inder quaffed the last drop off his wine glass, waltzed onto the stage and cracked yet another of his party piece jokes sending the celebratory congregation of family and friends gathered in the Crystal Room of the 5-star hotel into wild raptures.

As the evening gathered steam and the appreciative crowd swooned and swayed to Inder’s clownish antics, for the first time seeds of doubt began to sprout in his fiancé Dipika’s mind.

“Damn’t it. Why is it not happening? The poison not working? Why the hell is it taking so long for him to die?” she wondered.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #3LineTales #fiction #100words




Six sentences, no more and certainly no less*

Any genre**

Use this week’s  cue  : LIFT any way you like***

Post, read, hop, repeat****


By Neel Anil Panicker

The first time they locked eyes it was in an office lift.

She had just graduated from B-school and was running late for what was her first job interview; he was checking in early having nothing better to do.

She sailed through the interview; he her interviewer.

Thereafter, they exchanged numbers and a little later, their first kiss,

where else but in the same lift.

And when they decided to do what those in love love to do, it was but (pun intended) in the lift.

Pity they found soon enough it was all just lust; physically they were jumping in and out, mentally they lived on entirely different floors.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixsentencestories #fiction #111words