neelwrites/alonelyvigil/parttenofadangerouslove/fiction/358/12/08/2017

Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto

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A LONELY VIGIL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Prisons make for great camaraderie.

Call it brotherhood of the underdog, survival instincts, or sheer boredom,

it is not unusual for two people locked in a common cell to turn into best buddies over a period of time.

It’s two in the morning, though within the darkened walls of a prison cell, time is but a mere statistic, meaningless and of not much value.

Crouched in a corner and still holding in his hands the tiny cell phone, Ali just about had time to digest the earth shattering news that Moosa had conveyed to him seconds ago when he looked up to find his prison mate not just wide awake but staring down at him from across the cell room, a mystery smile playing on his lips.

It was a look that transported Ali back to his childhood days in his impoverished village in Gorakhpur; a look the landlord’s henchmen at the orchard farm used to give him when they suspected him of stealing mangoes.

Momentarily shaken, Ali quickly regained his composure, and looked his cell mate in the eye.

The two locked horns for what seemed an eternity. It was his cellmate who broke the stare and flashed a smile, only this time it was a wide, friendly smile, a smile that seemed to say, “don’t worry man, we’re both sailing in the same boat. All your secrets are mine too and shall remain so, forever buried in my heart’.

It was not long before the two convicts got talking. Before daybreak, Ali and his cell mate, whose name he came to know was Lakhi alias Lambu had become thick buddies.

Within the next few days and nights, the two had shared enough of their lives and confided just about enough to forge a strong bond of friendship.

Come nightfall and as the prison would plunge darkness, the two friends would huddle around the bed and converse for long hours till they fell prey to sleep.

It was while in the midst of one such nightly conversation that Ali received a call from Liza, a call that had the potential to change the course of his life.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #alonelyvigil#parttenofadangerouslove#ofprisonnights#358

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neelwrites/thehunted/100wordwednesday/fiction/05/06/2017

100 Word Wednesday: Week 21

Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/05/31/15776/

THE GREAT ESCAPE

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Image Credit Ales Krivec

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Here, have a look at this.’

George peered into the Polaroid photograph thrust into his hands.

Gibralter-like snow capped mountains on either side nestled a remote valley through which flowed serene blue waters. Beyond which stood a magnificent Georgian palace, its reed thin spires zooming into the clouds above, the icy waters below capturing its ethereal beauty.

A paradise on earth…a dream in stone…an ode to humankind’s creativity.

‘Been staying here since the escape. Machine gun toting guards, sniffer dogs, automatic alarms, electrified fences…the works.’

George let out a slow whistle.

Alex Mathews. Hunting him down would be infinitely pleasurable.

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neelwrites/spf/fiction/shortstory/200words/02/01/2017

HAPPY NEW LIFE

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Don’t move. Just hold your breath”.

Mathew’s voice was a bare whisper. Inches behind him and crouched on all fours, Abhijeet nodded his head, his face a mangled mass of anxiety and at kissing distance of his best friend-cum-partner in crime’s fat arse.

The two made an unwholesome sight, their wiry bodies all bare waist upwards and covered in mud and with their knees deep in storm water slush, with their legs and other bodily extrusions jutting out at angles unknown to human expertise.

Pyrotechnics notwithstanding, the two chums waited, their wearied but expectant eyes looking upwards, over the wrought iron gates of the massive all stone mansion, towards the third floor bedroom window.

‘Come on, it is freezing cold in here. Come on, you can’t keep us waiting for ever’, mumbled Mathew.

“My knees are hurting. I think it’s the wires. I can smell blood”

‘Asshole, for God’s sake, keep quiet’.

“Mathew, I tell you this is all…”

‘Shhhshh…’

A flicker of the curtains, the silhouette of a moving candle, and then seconds later, a raised hand and the slightest of opening of the lower window sill.

Mathew broke into a faint smile.

Blood may be thicker than water, but love, even a poor man’s, is the thickest of them all.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – January 1st 2017

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I want to wish every single one of you
a Happy and Prosperous New Year
With your every wish and dream
Coming true in 2017

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