neelwrites/smokedout!/sixsentencestories/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/285words/17/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

SMOKED OUT

By Neel Anil Panicker

Holy smoke! One look at the woman seated opposite him and Inspector Sharma felt a stirring in his loins even as a slow bulge began to build up under his pants.

 

Thick lustrous auburn hair pulled straight back only further accentuated the air brushed smoothness of a high cheek boned porcelain china face that sat majestically atop an hour glass figure that looked as it had popped out of a glossy movie poster.

Looking at the smoking hot beauty for a moment he wondered if had made a mistake, wondered whether for once his famed powers of deduction had gone wrong, that she wasn’t the killer, and that she had absolutely nothing to do with the body that lay dead in the inner bedroom of this sprawling sea side bungalow in Lutyen’s Delhi___the lifeless bullet ridden body of the man the world knew as the ‘Diamond King of India.’

In a bid to clear the doubt that was plaguing his mind, Inspector Sharma decided to probe the woman one last time.  “Could you please tell me Mrs Khurana where and what exactly were you doing between four and six today morning”?

‘I…we…I mean I was …’

That’s it!_the smoking gun. He had got the answer, the small iota of doubt that had nested in his brain, even it was for a nano second, had now completely vanished; this lady was all smoke and mirrors, she indeed was the killer.

Suave upper crust English bred women born into wealth who lived in 100 crore mansions the size of a football stadium and travelled the globe in their own private jets did not blabber and get tongue tied when facing questions from lowly keepers of the law.

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neelwrites/shootoutatpaharganj/fiction/200words/12/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

SHOOTOUT AT PAHARGANJ

23 J Hardy Carroll 11 February 2018

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma eyed the corridor from behind the staircase walls.

The narrow ill lit pathway ended up in a single door that he was told led to a double room.

Opposite it were three other rooms__single, two on the left and one on the right.

‘Sir, they checked in last night_three men, and a woman,’ was all the informer had to offer.

There could be trouble, Sharma surmised. His fingers tightened on the triggers of the Glock semi automatic pistol.

He turned around and jabbed a finger at the bell boy.

It was the signal that the latter awaited.

He tiptoed past Sharma and stepped into the corridor, his right hand holding on to a tray with a tea pot and two cups.

From behind Sharma watched with baited breath.

It was the then that the unforeseen happened; the lights went off, the entire hotel plunged into darkness.

What happened after this is shrouded in mystery.

Which of the doors opened first, who fired the first shot, who escaped and how? Everything was a matter of conjecture.

A day later Inspector Sharma was suspended and charged for the cold blooded murder of three innocent civilians including a baby_six months old.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #sundayphotofiction #shortstory #200words

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 11th 2018

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neelwrites/moon’smine/mindlovemiserysmenagerie/fiction/shortstory/505words/07/02/2018

TONIGHT THE MOON’S MINE

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By Neel Anil Panicker

For a long time Venkat sat there, by the shore, motionless and emotionless, his tiny hands clasped tightly together as the waves crashed onto the rocky edges, each thunderous splash lathering his bare torso, drenching him with whatever the angry sea brought in__bile, froth, and salt working as a coolant all over his puny body.

Then, slowly, as the waters turned slightly warmer, he opened his eyes and gazed at his reflection on the waters below.

His face, come alive in the full moon’s golden streaks, had turned a flotilla of reddish orange. But it was the eyes that held his attention as he peered into them, the eyeballs, twinkling brighter than the brightest star, two floating dots in a mass of fluid.

It was then that he realised the full import of what he had done.

And with that came what he thought he had buried in the deepest recesses of his scarred mind__the memories, the horrendously mind shattering memories.

Like some monstrous unhinged ill formed sea creature, it came, the very same memories that stuck to his soul like and crisscrossed past his battered mindscape in all those horror filled sleepless nights of yore.

One among them persisted and bounced back, repeatedly smashing against the half broken edges of his mind, leading him to ultimately break into a long, heart wrenching cry whose virulence ricocheted off the rocks that abutted him, crashing into the sea with a dissonance that stayed afloat for what seemed like eternity.

It was the dead of night and he was in his room, a small dank and smelly doorless tin shed. He felt someone sliding up to him, first a hand, then the legs moving all over him, the lips, the mouth taken over by some brute force and seconds after began the hour long brutal crushing down of his dignity or whatever remained of it.

The sea hissed along angrily as another memory followed.

This time he had a knife in his hand and he was plunging it deep into his employer’s heart. He didn’t know how long he bored it down the man’s chest but he stopped only when there was pin drop silence and the only sound he could hear was that of his own self, his petrified heart beating faster than it had ever in the fourteen odd years of his sodden existence on this planet.

A light glowed in the dark, lighting up the horizon beyond the waters. He knew what it meant. It was time for the boat’s arrival. He had watched it every single night from the netted iron bars of his factory, the soap factory that was his home from the time he was four, bought and brought here to serve his master in more ways than one.

This was his first outing ever, the first time he had ventured out alone.

He looked upto at the sky and the twinkling stars. He had never seen the sun.

It was time he did; the moon would guide him to it.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo Challenge #200

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neelwrites/blastofatime/FFfAW/shortstory/fiction/175words/06/02/2018

BLAST OF A TIME

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

“It smelled? Well, it smelled of burnt plasticky, with overtones of sweet gunpowdery, charring fleshery, and concrete dustery.”

Inspector Sharma looked bemusedly at his colleague and shook his head.

When will these trainee newbies forego their English bred tongue and speak the language of the plebs, he wondered.

‘Yadav, I’m sure you must have taken pictures of the spot. Let me have a look at them.”

Moments later, the two men were peering into a pack of black and white photographs.”

“Sir, I spoke to the tribals. They say it’s always like this__i mean the air’s full of toxic smell. Gun shots, they say. Say it’s the Naxals undergoing weapon training, the forests serving as a natural shooting range”.

‘Ssshhhh…have  a look at this.’

Sharma stabbed his forefinger at a grainy image.

‘See that white patch sticking out of the pot hole. That’s sulphur. It proves an IED blast killed the Home Minister. Now all we have to figure out is who killed him. And that’s a lesson I shall impart you post lunch, ok’.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #flashfictionforaspiringwriters #fiction #shortstory #175words

FFfAW Challenge-Week of February 6, 2018

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neelwrites/murdersmostfoul/FFfAW/fiction/shortstory/16/01/2018

MURDERS MOST FOUL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma turned around and inspected his surroundings.

The entire near endless desolate stretch looked as if it had fallen off the face the earth, untouched, and therefore immune to the giant wheels of civilizational progress.

All he could see as far as the eye was miles and miles of barren land; jagged disformed rocky hill tops overlooking it and adding to the general grimness of the place.

He turned around to the only thing that marred this vision: the house. Well, not exactly a house, but rather a small room, smaller than your regular sized city toilet.

He ducked under the half broken metal sheet door and gaped inside.

It took awhile before his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

And then he let out a scream that ricocheted off the mud brick walls and banged into his ears, the dissonance almost splitting the delicate drums.

It lay there on the floor, the body, or whatever was left of it___a badly mutilated corpse, chest ripped open, the head a mashed potato__a bumble of bees moving in and out of the lower abdomen, near to the loins.

And then he saw where they were focused, and nearly puked.

The genitals of the man, they were missing!

His mind went into a tizzy but not before he cursed the unknown serial killer that was let loose on the streets of Delhi.

(c)2018neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash #FffAW

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 16, 2018

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neelwrites/anarrival/threelinetales/part32ofadangerousslove/novella/fiction/15/01/2018

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Three Line Tales, Week 102

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AN ARRIVAL

three line tales week 103: a sanitation van in front of pink graffiti

 

By Neel Anil Panicker 

Finding nothing unusual in the cheap plastic ID card that read ‘SANITATION DEPARTMENT, GOVT. OF NCT, DELHI, Constable Murugan of the armed Tamil Nadu Police standing guard outside the main entrance of Tiz Hazari Courts waved the nondescript white Toyota in.

The car winged its way past the thickly populated eclectic mix of mid-afternoon milieu of justice seekers, justice dispensers, and justice ‘brokers’, to finally halt under the giant peepal tree that held pride of place at the Central Courtyard beyond which lay the red brick stone building that housed the main court house.

Afzal Guru, the most dreaded mafia don of Old Delhi had arrived; seated beside him in the driver’s seat was Salim Mirchi, his most trusted aide.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #PART 32 of A DANGEROUS LOVE #FICTION #NOVELLA #120WORDS

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