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.

©neelanilpanciker2018 #fiction #shortstory #sixsentencestories #inspectorsharmacrimeseries #285words

Advertisements

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

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/02/11/sunday-photo-fiiction-february-11th-2018/

neelwrites/acrimelesson/fiction/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/160words/11/02/2018

[Enter Post Title Here]

 

 

 

A CRIME LESSON  

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma lifted his head from the sheaf of papers at his desk and asked, “How long have been working with me?’

Constable Pandey sprang to attention and pulling his stomach in, squirmed. “Nine months, Sir.”
‘Nine months, eight days, seventeen hours, 42 minutes and some fleeting seconds since you’ve been deputed to assist me here at the Crime Branch Special Unit, right?’

“Yes…yes, Sir”.

“Well, it’s time you prove yourself. Tell me about this ‘Delhi Psycho Killer.’

Pandey eyes lit brighter than a 100 watt bulb.

“Sir, it’s simple. There have been seven killings in the past seven years. All the killings have happened in parks during winters, between mid-November to late December, early mornings, between 5 and 6. The murdered were all women, above 60, either widowed or divorced.”

‘Hmm…impressive, but what does this imply, Pandey?’

“Sir, looks like the killer loves the winters.”

‘Or, maybe that he hates the winters but hunts for victims who love them’.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FICTION #FLASH ##SHORTSTORY #160WORDS

Weekend Writing Prompt #41 – Weather

Word Prompt

 Weather

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/weekend-writing-prompt-41-weather/

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

Hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF AT https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/02/07/9-february-2018/

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

THE SHADOW

Image by Bikurgurl

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

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

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/02/05/fffaw-challenge-week-of-february-6-2018/

 

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

#INSPECTORSHARMACRIMESERIES

FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 16, 2018

Hosted by at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/01/15/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-16-2018/