neelwrites/greengrass/threelinetales/100/22/06/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 73

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How green is my grass

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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

neelwrites/spf/vultures/198/20/06/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 18th 2017

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/18/sunday-photo-fiction-june-18th-2017/

DROPPING DEAD FROM THE SKIES

203 06 June 18th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Vetenarian surgeon Dr Inderjeet Saini bent down on his knees and examined the bird.

His nimble fingers felt its heart under the white backed wings.

It was a wasteful exercise.

The juvenile griffon had been dead for over five hours.

“Renal failure,” he pronounced, adding “A slow and painful death.”

Standing next to him, Dr Rustom Naoroji, the well known ornithologist and his colleague from the Institute of Avian Studies, nodded his head sadly.

“That’s Number 76, and this is only in just one district. One more innocent life sacrificed at the altar of man’s unbridled greed,” he said as two ambled back to their camp located on the outskirts of Khelgaon, a nondescript village in rural Maharashtra famous for its extensive dairy farm activities.

The two bird lovers knew what that meant. In the last two years alone, the number of vultures that had died after consuming the carcasses of cattle had risen to 1258, a staggering rise of 64 per cent.

The dead cattle were administered highly harmful painkillers, something that would make them work longer hours.

However, there was something else that worried Dr Naoroji.

It was what would happen to him once he died.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #SPF #fiction  #198words

P.S. The death of vultures is a matter of grave concern for the Parsi community who follow the practice of leaving their dead in the Tower of Silence to be consumed by vultures.

neelwrites/pearldiner/100wordwednesday/fiction

Written for

100 Word Wednesday: Week 23

Hosted by https://bikurgurl.com/2017/06/14/100-word-wednesday-week-23/

What’s Cooking?

100WW_W23

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

neelwrites/link/sixsentencestories/158words/15/06/2017

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

ENCE STORIES

Six sentences,  any genre, link thurs a.m. and hop, link and hop…

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This week’s cue is LINK

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-51/

A LINK-UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma moved away from the dinner table and was now intently studying a Raja Verma nude oil painting mounted on the walls just above the liquor cabinet, desperately trying to decipher the inexorable link between the kings of yore and their ever pliant subjects.

“What were you doing between the ten and eleven on Sunday night when the murders are believed to have been committed”?

The question seemed to have caught Ram Bahadur by surprise and a shiver of fear ran down his spine; his already droopy old man’s eyes further wilting under the penetrative gaze of the senior cop.

‘I…I…was here Sir, very much here, serving food to Gulati Sir and Madam.’

The air around the curvaceous hall suddenly grew dense as a wry smile formed around Inspector Sharma’s whisker-ringed lips.

The postmortem report had categorically mentioned the Gulatis had not eaten a single morsel of food for at least six hours prior to their violent deaths.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixlinetales #fiction  #158words

neelwrites/FF/discovery/inspectorsharma/100words/14/06/2017

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS HOSTED BY THE WONDERFUL ROCHELLE

16 June 2017

THE DISCOVERY

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.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction  #FF #100words  

neelwrites/castle/FFfAW/168words/14/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 13, 2017

For other wonderful flash fiction stories click onthe blue frog below:

Hosted by the ever wonderful PJ at  https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017/

CASTLED

This week’s photo prompt is provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose. Thank you for our photo prompt!

By Neel Anil Panicker

I climbed up the hill and suddenly, all of a sudden, encountered this massive beast of a castle, its stony blackish exteriors glistening against the golden rays of the setting sun.

For once language failed to describe what I saw. The closest I had come to anything as huge as this was the two storied ‘White House’ with its fronted lawns and three rectangular windows peeping out of a flower bedecked balcony that stood at the extreme corner of our otherwise spartan neighbourhood and which we as children  used to stop by and gawk at while on our way to the only school in our remote West Bengal village.

I stood there, transfixed and utterly petrified, my benumbed brains trying  to make some sense of this colossal structure that was so reminiscent of those ferocious monsters that attacked me in my torturous dreams, its looming turrets, towers and ramparts leaping out like long nailed poisoned claws ever ready to jump and draw the breath out of my being.

It was then that I saw it; the half opened side gate and spiked on its iron bars, a man’s blood splattered head.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction

neelwrites/twitteringtales/bananas/140characters/13/06/2017

Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Written for

Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Pre-marriage life was bliss. Post marriage the love peeled away.

What remained was the hard crust of hate.

Post-divorce she held on to the crumbs.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #twitteringtale