THE FALL By Neel Anil Panicker The climb up the steps, all fourteen floors of it, was a drain. After a while, his lungs still gasping for breath, his head a wobbly ball, he opened his eyes and gazed down. There is a certain serenity in heights, he concurred. The city lights were a distant … Continue reading neelwrites/thefall/fiction/shorttsory/28/01/2018