neelwrites/anewbeginning/fiction/flash/shortstory/sixsentencestories/02/01/2018

A NEW BEGINNING

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ali looked on, nonplussed, individually scanning the faces of all the four.

His eyes bore through the tallest of the them, the long haired, nose pierced, teeth yellowed Lama.

The latter was nearing the end of his hour long monologue.

He had by now run threadbare through each detail, explaining, detailing and analysing the cumulative ramifications of it all.

‘So in effect you are saying that this bank, manned by an armed security guard and eighteen close circuit cameras and that too located bang on the middle of a perennially busy main thoroughfare is ideal for us to carry out a strike and scoot off with fifty million rupees, right?

“No, all I say is that it is a start if not the perfect one.”

©2018neelanilpanicker #125words #sixsentencestories

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neelwrites/satan’splayground/whatpegmansaw/flash/shortstory/150words/21/12/2017

What Pegman Saw: Buckhorn Iowa

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SATAN’S PLAYGROUND

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By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Hey Oscar, let’s investigate. It says Satan’s Playground’.

The two friends looked at one another as the sun’s rays receded from above their temples, slipping past the corner side street where they stood, their hands__tender and tucked inside over-sized pockets, a mere furlong from where they lived.

As the shadows darkened an eerie silence hung all over the derelict place.

“No ways. Uncle Tom’s warned us not to get anywhere close to this building. Says it’s infested with demons.”

‘What a load of crap! I’m going in, you sissy. I aint afraid’.

Oscar watched, his heart thumping faster than an unhinged yo-yo, fear writ large over his twelve-year-old face.

A jaunty pull over nonexistent fence, a clumsy hop and a skip thereafter, and Jonathan had swaggered in through the crumbling façade of the two storied ghostly post office.

By the time the screams erupted, Oscar had collapsed to the ground.

©NEELANILPANICKER2017 #FICTION #FLASH #150WORDS #whatpegmansaw

neelwrites/somedish/fiction/FFfAW/shorstory/12/12/2017

145th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 12-12 through 12-18-2017

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SOME DISH!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ismail Makhtoum stared at the strange concoction that had arrived on his table. For a moment he was tempted to call out to the waiter, the liveried ever smiling cartoonish character clad in a seven piece costume that reminded him of the Annual Fancy Dress Competitions back in his much lived much loved childhood in rural Ambosa.

Or still better, he wanted to kick the table aside and walk out of this fancy restaurant and walk into the nearest roadside shack by the beach and indulge in some serious lip smacking business__ducking and digging his teeth into straight of the sea slow cooked deep fried silvery salmons liberally peppered with what else but pepper and a dash of lemon.

But instead he looked through the grossly mangled partially sun burnt caterpillar like formations that crisscrossed the length and breadth of the fancy bone china plate and found what he was looking for.

The five gramme gold biscuit was there as promised.

He scooped it off and safely placed it in his inner trouser pockets alongside the evening tickets to New Delhi.

Just another day had begun in a carrier’s career.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #shortstory #FFAW #SOMEDISH

neelwrites/acat’slife/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/145words/05/12/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 5, 2017

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A CAT’S LIFE

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma peeped in through the shattered glass panes.

A half eaten pizza, its edges smeared in blood, popped out of a Mcdonald’s take away box that rested on the plush seat covers.

The body lay slumped on the steering wheel, the hands loosened to the sides, the gun, a semi-automatic Colt, popping out of the jeans side pockets.

‘It looks like a gang war? Majid was a marked man.’

Inspector Sharma unburdened himself from the brand new Audi.

Why does this dimwit indulge his brain when he doesn’t have one.

“Pandey, arrange for the post-mortem immediately. Call forensics. I want every inch of space earched with a fine comb”.

‘Ok, Sir…sir…the cat…what do we do with it?’

Sharma turned around and looked at the front seat. She was still lost to the world.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s got many more lives to live”.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flash #shortstory #145words

 

neelwrites/memories/weekendwritingprompt#31-nostalgia/flashfiction/shortstory/03/12/2017

Written for

Weekend Writing Prompt #31 – Nostalgia

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 MEMORIES

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Stupid Gloria! Always leaving tasks undone, these good for nothing maids. I should have fired her long ago”.

Daniel was in a bad mood as he gently offloaded himself from the high chair, ducking his head gently from under the attic hold, his regular hand clutching a dust-laden leather file, its moth eaten edges half consumed by the other virulent non-resident creatures of the near decrepit sprawling bungalow__the omnipresent black rats.

Plonking himself onto the bed, he opened the file and rummaged through its contents__

the property files.

Good riddance. He would sell it, the bungalow, the farmhouse…every single thing.

It was then that he spotted it__an old yellowed sepia tinged black and white photograph. Clutching the image with his arthritic struck hands, he peered at it from behind thick glasses.

The ruins of an old fort…Golconda…Hyderabad…India and Preeti, his beloved.

The eyes turned moist as an avalanche of once stilled memories swept him away.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #flashfiction #shortstory #159words #nostalgia

neelwrites/apestymurder/FFfAW/flashfictio/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/28/11/2017

143rd Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 11-28 through 12-04-2017

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A PESTY MURDER   

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Sir, I, I …me…I mean I was here…about to enter the lift when…”

Crime Branch Senior Inspector Yashwant Sharma looked through his rimless oval glasses at the bumbling figure in from of him and wondered not for the first time that evening whether the man in front of him could be the killer or worse, did he have it in him to be the killer.

His brain screamed a big ‘NO’.

The man was a shade under five feet and was blessed with a body shape that looked like a cross between a scraped off chicken bone and an half-formed mouse from a laboratory experiment gone horribly wrong.

The woman, an Amazonian near six feet, was found dead on the bedroom floor, strapped to a steel chair, her hands tied to the back with thick plastic rope, her face a mashed potato.

It looked like someone had stomped all over her. And there was no way this

grasshopper of a man, her husband, could have done this deed, the wily cop surmised.

If so, then who?

Did he pay someone to kill her?

If not, then who else?

Inspector Sharma’s detective brain turned into a kite straining to break off its harness.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flashfiction #inspectorsharmacrimeseries

 

neelwrites/laterealization/sixsentencestories/fiction/flash/shortstory/137words/21/11/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week

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This week’s cue is FLEECE.

LATE REALIZATION

By Neel Anil Panicker

She put a fleece over all his indiscretions ever standing by and supporting

him, come rain or shine.

He mistook her devoted wife, ever loyal, ever reliable Rock of Gibralter

persona as her abiding weakness, a feminine frailty.

Meanwhile, as his passions soared, he went about sowing his wild oats far

and wide, rolling and making out in the hay, viewing all he encountered

as a good lay to play around with.

The day came when her dam of patience burst out in a maddening deluge

and she stuck a piece of lead into his sick head.

‘Enough did you fleece, now it is time to rest in peace’, were her parting

words.

Today, as she pieces together the shattered pieces of her life she realizes in

hindsight that a certain species of man is a woe-man.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #fleece #137words #flash