neelwrites/dollhouse/firstlinefriday/596words/18/02/2018

THE DOLL HOUSE

By Neel Anil Panicker

Alex says he doesn’t want the doll house. Lisa wonders not for the umpteenth time if she had made a mistake. They were about to be married. She twice. Her childhood home. Recalls the golden memories. No, her mom would never have done it. And now that she is gone, her step father wants it removed, calls it an eyesore. Wants to convert it into a room and make money Make but she was going out.

Toime to end her doll day and get into the real world.

“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.

Lisa stood at the entrance, her slim frame shuddering, her limbs slightly shaking as the sheer harshness of those words seeped in through her tender skin, skittered down the veins, and knifed through her heart tearing it asunder.

How could he, how on earth could a man change so soon, she wondered.  It had been barely a week since her mother’s death and ‘Uncle’ had changed, was showing his true colours.

She couldn’t believe how her mother, a smart and intelligent woman could ever have fallen for such as a man; this selfish, vain man, her step father, the man who had forcefully ingratiated himself into the Kapoor household after her father had died, first posing as a distant relative, a do gooder, a beacon of hope, and then slowly ingratiated himself to such an extent as to propose marriage to her mom.

Perhaps she was fooled in by his overarching ‘care’ and ‘man around the house’ persona, or maybe, she was too starved for love and companionship to have given him the benefit of doubt.

Isn’t that every woman does, barters her life and gives her all to the man in the fond hope and belief that she would change him to her way of thinking, make good of him and thereby make good of their shared lives.

But all that was water down the drain now, thought Lisa as she looked past her ‘Uncle’ at the doll house one last time.

Gennie, the bear eyed her from under a taped bright red wooden table, toy trains and baby dolls attired in frilly girlie frocks with buttoned eyes that smiled resplendently under the glare of multi-hued electric lights made her feel misty.

This miniature doll house was not just the place that she and her mother built box by box with a lot of care and love but this was also her oasis, her childhood retreat, the haven she turned into whenever the pressures of growing up seemed a wee bit overwhelming for her.

And now that haven, that one place that she thought was her and hers alone was also lost.

Lost for ever, its contents to be thrown out and the room itself refurbished and converted into a rental, just one more means for ‘Uncle’ to make money.

Well, she reasoned if that’s what he wants then let him have it, not just the doll house but the entire house and its belongings.

It was time for her to leave, it was time for her to hit the streets, to risk her chances, to step onto to the big bad world, and so what life has in store  for her.

Without that resolution in mind she turned around and walked away, carrying with her only memories, happy memories of a life well lived, a life when everything was perfect and she, and her mother and her father walked and loved and laughed like small little dolls.

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First Line Friday – February 16th, 2018

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neelwrites/loveisintheasir/kite/threelinetales/100wordswednesday/fiction/shortstory/16/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

three line tales, week 107: diaries, roses and bobbins with sewing thread

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

All summer he was just a kite flyer, one more among several other ten year olds whose psychedelic kites soared the skies.

Until one day when the winds of change blew.

As his nimble hands expertly manoeuvred the thread, he looked to his left.

It was then that he saw her.

She was on the opposite terrace, reading a book.

She lifted her head and spotted him spotting her.

From that moment the controls switched.

She had taken over the steering wheel of his life, their lives, for the next sixty odd years.

Thereafter, it was roses all the way.

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Three Line Tales, Week 107

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LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

 

 

LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

neelwrites/lordofthebeings/FFfAW/fiction/shorttsory/175words/13/02/2018

LORD OF THE BEINGS

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Hey Prashant, who has your cricket team lifted on their shoulders?

Well, that’s God Ganesha.

“God? This guy with an elephant’s head and a lone tusk??? I thought Sachin was the ‘God of Cricket?”

Steve, look at his name: Ganesha. Gana means beings, both living and non living. Ganesha controls I, you, every single person, thing, or element in the entire cosmos. This makes him the Lord of all beings. This also makes him powerful, far powerful than Sachin. In fact he’s more powerful than all other five million Gods and Goddesses, and hence we worship him before all else.

“I am so intrigued. He looks so cute, too. Does this dude have parents?”

Well, he’s son of Shiva and Parvati; no he was created by Shiva alone; or by Parvati; or even by both in consultation with Brahma.

“Now, now, wait a minute…It’s a bit confusing. Who are these characters. How could a guy be be born of err created by so many people?”

Well, this is India. Here, anything and everything is possible.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FRIDAYFICTIONFORASPIRINGWRITERS #SHORTSTORY #175WORDS

FFfAW Challenge-February 13, 2018

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neelwrites/pitch/sixsentencestories/fiction/shortstory/257words/09/02/2018

THE WRONG PITCH

By Neel Anil Panicker

“I am sorry, I’m very terribly sorry Sir to have lost the contract.”

So, what do you have to say in your defense, Mr Srivastava?”

“Sir, I trust me when I say that I left no stone unturned in my efforts to impress the meeting. Right from doing weeks long research and knowing every single thing about Smith & Sons to even knowing the strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes of Mr Smith as well as his two sons, Robert and Edwin I did all that was humanly possible to ensure that they give us and us only the million dollar worth of contract.”

But alas! Despite all your well intentioned efforts you failed, you failed in securing the deal, this all important contract that was worth over ten million dollars and which now has gone to our arch enemy, the Kapoors. Isn’t that so, isn’t that what is the stark, bitter truth, Mr Chief Deal Maker, the all knowing Perfectionist non parallele?.

“I am sorry sir, but what else could I have done”?

What else? You haven’t done one thing wrong, you have done the most important thing wrong. You made the wrongful assumption and thought Smith & Sons means it is an all male enterprise whereas the reality is that it is hundred percent owned by matriarchal head of the family, eighty year old Mrs Elizabeth Smith who even today takes every single decision about all personal as well as business matters. You stupid fool, you made your pitch but it wasn’t to the right person.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #shortstory #sixsentencestories #257words

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

ZOE

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2018/02/07/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-79/

This week’s cue is PITCH!

 

 

neelwrites/nomeetingground/fiction/threelinetales/200words/shorttsory/08/02/2018

NO MEETING GROUND

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Remember me? You were my crush three decades ago. Oh no, how will you ever? I mean how the hell will you_Champion Number One, Alfred the Great__ever remember anyone from his long interred past, especially a mere slip of a thirteen year old girl who also was his twin sister’s BFF, a puny pony- tailed acne scarred foor foot high skinny apparition that answered to the rather rustic sounding ear splitting name of Bhuvaneshwari Vatsalyam?’

“A what? And who? Excuse me, but do I know you? I mean have I met you before”

‘Ah! there you go. And that’s exactly my point. That you never knew me and that I never knew you and that we never knew each other and that we never ever lived in a small hill town called Darjeeling and that we never ever went to Saint Mary’s High School, and that we never ever got scolded and ass-caned by Reverend Father F.J.W. Z. Lombart, the seven foot tall Belgian principal, incidentally also the best goalkeeper in all of West Bengal, and that I am so super blessed that our paths, that isyours and mine, never ever crossed and never ever would. So goodbye, Mr STRANGER.”

(C)2018NEELANILPANICKER #FICTION #SHORTSTORY #200WORDS

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neelwrites/something’sfishy/fiction/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/100words/08/02/2018

SOMETHING’S FISHY

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Sir, it’s suicide. This guy, name’s Thomas, around sixtyish moonlighted at the hotel__waited tables, occasionally cooked. Seems his fish curry was a favourite among the backpackers. Yesterday, they fished him out of the sea. The manager says he was sprawled on the upper deck floor after shutdown. Had a bottle beside him.”

“You’ve haven’t dug enough, Pandey”.

‘I’m sorry Sir, I don’t get you’.

“You won’t, you buffoon. This guy drinks but not on a Monday, the day he died. Means somebody forced liquor down his throat and hurled him into the waters. Got to find out who and why.”

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS #SHORTSTORY #100WORDS #INSPECTORSHARMACRIMESERIES

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neelwrites/theshadow/fiction/shortstory/100wordwednesday/07/02/2018

THE SHADOW

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Sir, I’ve checked. There’s only one entrance to the building. Spoke to the lone watchman. Name’s Stephen. Whisky Stephen, they call him around. Says didn’t see no one else. Says she came in around noon Sunday. Was alone, he affirms.”

Inspector Sharma eyed his aide and replied.

‘He must be drunk. Did you scour the CCTVs. Any footage?’

“No luck. Only one was functional. Got this one, a long shot. Came from the tower behind it. Have a look, Sir”.

‘Hmm…interesting. Pandey, see those shadows. A man’s. Now look at her face. She seems scared. It’s no suicide, for sure’.

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #shortstory #100wordwednesday

100 Word Wednesday: Week 57

100 Word Wednesday: Week 57