neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/flash/shortstory/19/07/2018

SHE’S A DREAM 

By Neel Anil Panicker

three line tales, week 129: a friendly robot – or is he up to something sinister?

She’s honest, witty, speaks over a hundred languages, cooks lip smacking multi-cultural delicacies, looks a million bucks, is good in bed and makes all your fantasies come true in bed, and what’s more__ never ever talks back, gets upset, checks your cell phone messages, snores like a pig, smells of garlic, or rushes off to her mom-in-law after every silly fight.

 

“ But Vikky, she’s so perfect, like an automatic machine, in fact she’s one, an automated lover at best, a silent spectator to man’s discomfiture at worst.”

You duffer, when will you realise that real people are programmed to combat, at times unsuccessfully, with life’s myriad and gargantuan problems; but she’s programmed to ensure that such problems never ever take birth.

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Three Line Tales, Week 129

Three Line Tales, Week 129

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neelwrites/timetokill/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/flash/18/07/2018

TIME TO KILL

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

The sun is a bright red orb.

It’s a beautiful day no doubt.

I’m passing by Mrs Miller’s.

She’s the one who lives two blocks from where I’m put up.

I spot her, Rumble, the Golden Retriever that’s permanently stationed near the huge wrought iron gates of the Millers__ the old childless couple who’ve set base here in this back of beyond wilderness.

 

They’re rich. I figured that much__ rich enough to buy an entire island.

 

I hurl the pack of loose meat inside.

 

Rumble dives.

 

It’s not arsenic.

 

Is going to be slow.

 

I don’t mind.

 

I have time.

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20 July 2018

neelwrites/prisionbreak/threethingschallenge/ttc/flash/shortstory/18/07/2018

PRISON BREAK

By Neel Anil Panicker

“STOP. Strictly no touching.  Hands off the table”.

Edrin lifted his shaggy dog eared eyes and looked  to his left, at the prison guard.

‘Damn’t, can’t he turn blind, at least for a moment’, he muttered, as he locked eyes with Diana.

The two were at the Cochin Central Jail, at its Visitors’ Gallery, to be precise.

‘Darling, I hate to see you here. Guess what, the world outside has turned sour and odourless without you’.

Edrin scratched the back of his neck, and then poked at his nose furiously, all gestures she correctly assessed as indicative of his extreme irritability.

His shoulders hunched forward like a massive oncoming wave, riding up and down his collar bone__a massive JCB  machine gone off the rails.

“Listen, next week. I want me out, okey?”

Despite the guard’s proximity, he’d managed to keep his voice, a mere whisper, audible enough for her to hear his mangled words.

Leaning forward, Diana asked, “Tell me what needs to be done and it’ll be done”.

Her eyes were split wide open, the eyebrows arched upwards to their maximum, the pupils of her eyes two little limpid pools.

 

Edrin raised his head and looked around with practised nonchalance.

Barring  two other white robed inmates and their respective visitors besides a couple of guards, the oblong shaped hall was empty, it being closer to end of visiting hours.

His eyes fell on the calendar the hung on the wall opposite him.

“July 21. Three days from now. 1600 hours. Northern periphery flanking Gate No. 6.”

As Diana pursed her lips open to say something, he ended, “Remember to drive down in a jeep. Sit tight, knees to the ground, and await my signal”.

“That’s enough. Time’s up. Go back to your cells”, barked the guard as the two locked eyes, secretive smiles playing on their lips, before turning their backs and heading away in opposite directions.

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Three Things Challenge, 17 July 2018

Today’s things are: calendar, knee, jeep  

neelwrites/homeiswheretheheartis/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/175words/17/07/2018

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS  (2 minute read)

By Neel Anil Panicker

It’s beaten and battered. It’s demeaning and dangerous. It’s inhuman and inhospitable.

But, still, it’s home. HOME with a capital H.

It’s Seelampur__the place of your birth, raised and razed, several times over.

It’s the place that holds all your memories; the place where you lost and found__everything from a home to family, to friends, to football.

Also love.

They__those bombastic guys who speak English with a twang and who walk around with a swagger and whose bodies reek of the best of eu de cologne, the kind who live in fancy multi storied houses and villas by the sea, and who zip around in fancy planes __all those spoilt brats who claim themselves to be Children of a Higher God__they say__theirs’ is life, that it’s they who live while others are doomed to a lifetime of misery and unhappiness.

I say, no. That they’re wrong; we’re right.

‘coz we’ve got one thing they may never ever possess.

We’ve got love.

And that, I say, is the greatest of all wealth.

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FFfAW Challenge – 174th

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neelwrites/wishcometrue/ThursdayPhotoPrompt/flash/fiction/shortstory/13/07/2018

YOU’RE MY WISH COME TRUE  (Two minute read)

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“It is a metaphorical tree”.

Katherine looked at her Indian beau in quizzical fashion.

‘What’s that supposed to mean__a metaphorical tree?’

In reply, Raj lifted his arms and drew a huge circular arc into the silvery cloud of skies.

“Look around you. What do you see? A land full of lush greenery, sprawling paddy fields, sheaths of pearly white water flowing from the mountains, people living peaceful, happy lives in beautiful, little hutments, their faces, all calm and full of contentment. Did you see…”

‘Hey, that’s cool. But what’s that to do with this tree’?

Katherine’s impatience seemed to be getting the better of her.

Raj looked at her and pointed towards the huge banyan tree a few meters from where the two stood in the middle of an open field that abutted the village in the northern fringes of hilly Assam.

“This is no ordinary banyan tree. This is the Kalpataru…the wish fulfilling tree.”

This time Katherine was intrigued enough to ask what that meant.

“It’s an Indian myth. What you see is the ‘Tree of Life’. For the villagers this tree is a metaphor for the celebration of hope, prosperity, and ecology. And that…”

‘And that explains all those long colourful threads that are tied around its various branches. They are all wishes of the faithful, hopes and dreams that they pray would come true, right?’

Raj nodded his head in affirmation as the two looked at the huge twenty feet high ‘Kalpataru’, its unnaturally large and thick branches and the array of panoramic tightly knotted cloths and threads softly swaying in the cool September breeze that was blowing in from the snow capped mountains that formed a protective umbrella all around the place known to both botanists and ordinary folk alike as ‘Heaven’s Garden’.

“Do you have a wish? If so, go ahead and tie yourself a thread.”

‘I don’t need to. That which I wished for has been fulfilled. It’s you’, said Katherine looking into Raj’s eyes.

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Thursday photo prompt: Wishes #writephoto

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neelwrites/nomoreneedling/100wordwednesday/flash/shortstory/12/07/2018

NO MORE NEEDLING

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By Neel Anil Panicker

As a child if there was one thing that she hated, it was sewing.

The rigmaroles of sewing didn’t interest her one bit.

The nitty gritty of sitting down for hours_ legs crouched, head bent, arms static and in linear position, nimble fingertips deftly guiding, inserting and extricating tiny though sharp edged spear like intsruments into cloth, both cut and uncut, including her’s, Mamma’s, siblings’, neighbours’ et al__all this riled her no end.

Such was her abhorrence for this “girlish” activity that she would go to any lengths to avoid joining what essentially was a “family business__that meant even murder.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 79

100 Word Wednesday: Week 79

neelwrites/takingoff/flashfictionforthepurposefulpractitioner/flashfiction/11/07/2018

FLYING OFF

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By Neel Anil Panicker

The closest she had been to an airport was when, once as a child, while being whisked yet one more time from one large city (she doesn’t recall which one) to another, she had craned her neck out of the moving car windows and sighted the twenty feet high barbed wire walls and above it a plane__pure white, large, bird like__swoop down from the skies and disappear under the thick shade of tall cinder trees that lined the perimiters of the airport.

Since then, the child in her, all of seven years, had carried that fleeting moment and imagined all sorts of fanciful things, dreaming and spinning colourful yarns about men people waltzing into airports, getting onto planes, and scouring the skies, touching the clouds, reaching for the skies, meeting lovely humans, aliens et al.

A decade a half later when her dream turned true and she actually got a chance to enter an airport, so zapped was she by the visions that scorched her eyes, that she spent an entire day roaming all around it, devouring every inch of the glitzy surroundings, soaking, imbibing, feeling and internalising for herself the diverse sensory perceptions that wove their magic around her.

The mall-like feel, the gleamy white tiled floorings that reflected happy human faces; the all glass sound less elevators that led to glitrzy upper floors neatly segerated into dining, shopping, relaxation bays__each single detail was up for grabs and she peered and pored over them including the fancy chairs, tables, lights, even the mega all gold sculpted figure of a heavily bejewelled glistening jet black elephant that stood bang at the centre of the atrium.

So engrossed was she with her discoveries that she even forgot the purpsoe of her visit and the job that she had come to perform.

The realisation brought her firmly back to terra firma. Involuntarily, and with a tinge of sadness, her hands slided down her thick brown skirt and felt the slight bulge in her panties.

The life of a drug carrier was never too easy.

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #28

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