neelwrites/acat’slife/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/145words/05/12/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 5, 2017

Hosted by Priceless Joy at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/12/04/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-5-2017/

A CAT’S LIFE

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma peeped in through the shattered glass panes.

A half eaten pizza, its edges smeared in blood, popped out of a Mcdonald’s take away box that rested on the plush seat covers.

The body lay slumped on the steering wheel, the hands loosened to the sides, the gun, a semi-automatic Colt, popping out of the jeans side pockets.

‘It looks like a gang war? Majid was a marked man.’

Inspector Sharma unburdened himself from the brand new Audi.

Why does this dimwit indulge his brain when he doesn’t have one.

“Pandey, arrange for the post-mortem immediately. Call forensics. I want every inch of space earched with a fine comb”.

‘Ok, Sir…sir…the cat…what do we do with it?’

Sharma turned around and looked at the front seat. She was still lost to the world.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s got many more lives to live”.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flash #shortstory #145words

 

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neelwrites/apestymurder/FFfAW/flashfictio/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/28/11/2017

143rd Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 11-28 through 12-04-2017

by Priceless Joy at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-28-2017/

A PESTY MURDER   

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Sir, I, I …me…I mean I was here…about to enter the lift when…”

Crime Branch Senior Inspector Yashwant Sharma looked through his rimless oval glasses at the bumbling figure in from of him and wondered not for the first time that evening whether the man in front of him could be the killer or worse, did he have it in him to be the killer.

His brain screamed a big ‘NO’.

The man was a shade under five feet and was blessed with a body shape that looked like a cross between a scraped off chicken bone and an half-formed mouse from a laboratory experiment gone horribly wrong.

The woman, an Amazonian near six feet, was found dead on the bedroom floor, strapped to a steel chair, her hands tied to the back with thick plastic rope, her face a mashed potato.

It looked like someone had stomped all over her. And there was no way this

grasshopper of a man, her husband, could have done this deed, the wily cop surmised.

If so, then who?

Did he pay someone to kill her?

If not, then who else?

Inspector Sharma’s detective brain turned into a kite straining to break off its harness.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flashfiction #inspectorsharmacrimeseries

 

neelwrites/writingonthewall/FFfAW/fiction/flash/shortstory/14/11/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of November 14, 2017

Hosted by the ever charming Priceless Joy at

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/

WRITING’S ON THE WALL

By Neel Anil Panicker

As a kid Inspector Sharma hated going to school.

While his classmates unfailingly attended school even on days when they felt slightly under the weather hoping that by just walking past the imposing school portals, all their illnesses would vamoose like the near extinct Sunderbans Royal Bengal Tigers, young Sharma would be safely tucked in bed, having successfully convinced his guileless parents about being afflicted with one indecipherable illness or the other.

But that was over four score years ago; an age when innocence reigned supreme, when young and old, man and woman__all behaved well, treating the world and its backyard as one large family.

All that was in the past. Circa 2017, the present, stared out at the Senior Crime Branch cop from the semi-blackened brick-kiln back walls of the school washroom.

“Sir, it looks like an inscription, maybe some encrypted code language that the killer left behind”.

Inspector Sharma looked sideways, honouring his junior with a smirk.

What’s the body count so far, Pandeyji?”.

‘Seven, as of today.’

Inspector Sharma felt a knot forming inside his chest. Hurriedly, he unbuttoned his chest buttons. He knew heart attacks among his tribe were a dire occupational hazard.

©NEELANILPANICKER2017 #FFfAW #FICTION  #FLASH #SHORT STORY #197WORDS

neelwrites/wiltedflowers/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/fiction/100words/01/11/2017

Hosted by the wondrously charming Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/11/01/27-october-2017/

WILTED FLOWERS

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

By Neel Anil Panicker

The entire mantelpiece was chock-a-block with vases in myriad shapes, sizes and colours.
One in particular caught his attention.
Inspector Sharma’s fingers skirted past the bud, cylinder and cube shaped ones to finally rest on the wide base piece that squeezed upwards to a pastel green narrow neck, the latter tapering just enough for flowers with the thinnest of stems to fit in.
The cop’s eyes flickered for a nano second; his trained police mind jogged down memory lane; visions of a bunch of huge corolla dripping creamy magnolias scurried past his brain.
He was staring at the murder weapon.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #FridayFictioneers #flashfiction #fiction #shorstory #100words #crime #murder #inspectorsharma

neelwrites/biggamehunting/part27ofadangerouslove/novella/fiction/threelinetales/28/10/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 91

Hosted by Sonya at https://only100words.xyz/2017/10/26/three-line-tales-week-91/

 

BIG GAME HUNTING

three line tales week 91: a raven at Stonehenge for Halloween

photo by Julien Laurent via Unsplash

(part 27 of ‘A Dangerous Love’)

By Neel Anil Panicker

As the paperweight swirled around the table top, Inspector Sharma went over his meeting with Lisa. She had disclosed to him her apprehensions. “Sir, I’m dead sure they are planning to kill both Ali and me. And it’s going to happen tomorrow__either within or around the court premises.”

The wily cop closed his eyes; a visual from a National Geographic episode that he had watched not so long ago came alive. A falcon swooped down on a hapless pigeon. The bird hunter smiled from a distance as his prey flapped her wings around desperately inside an unseen netted cage.

Afzal Guru, the mafia don; Lisa, his daughter; Ali, her lover; Sharma, the cop; the characters were in place, their props hunter, prey, bait in place. It was only a matter of figuring out who was playing what role.

©neelanilpanciker2017 #biggamehunting #fiction #novella #part27ofadangerouslove #138words

If you would like to read the earlier parts of this ongoing novella ‘A DANGEROUS LOVE’

kindly click on the links below:

PART ONE

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/neelwritesffphoningaroundfictionromance100words27072017/

PART TWO:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/28/neelwrites3linetalesphoningaround-part2fiction28072017/

PART THREE:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/neelwritessundayphotofiction03ofdangerouslove30072017/

PART FOUR

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritespart/

PART FIVE

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritessixsentencestoriesepisodesixofdangerouslovefiction/

PART SIX

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/neelwriteswatcherfictionthursdayphotoprompt03082017/

PART SEVEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/05/neelwritesgaffarmian-alifeoutsideprisonwallsthreelinetalesfiction188words/

PART EIGHT https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/neelwritescatsoutofthebagfffpppart8ofdangerouslovefiction08082017/

PART NINE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/09/neelwritesthediscoveryfffawpart9dangerouslovefiction09082017/comment-page-1/#comment-3979

PART TEN  https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/neelwritesalonelyvigilparttenofadangerouslovefiction35812082017/

PART ELEVEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/neelwritesthedisclosurespfpartelevenofdangerouslove15082017/

 

PART TWELVE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/neeelwritesthedonsnestparttwelveofdangerouslovefictionnovella16082017/

PART THIRTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/neelwritesbordersixsentencestoriespartthirteenofadangerouslovefiction195words21082017/

PART FOURTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/neelwritesthehitpartfourteenofadangerouslove24082017/

PART FIFTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/25/neelwriteswearinganewshadeadangerouslifepartfifteenofdangerouslovefiction25082017/

PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
PART NINETEEN
PART 21

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/neelwritespart21ofadangerouslovesixsentencestoriesplate19072017/

PART 22:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/neelwritescryinthedarortrappart22ofadangerouslovefictionnovella133words30092017/

 

neelwrites/allatsea/spf/fiction/shorstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/15/10/2017

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 15th 2017

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ALL AT SEA

214 10 October 15th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Honorable Sir, I warmly welcome you to my ship.”

Warm welcome? My foot. A murder’s occurred and the bastard’s grinning from ear to ear__baring his gold embossed teeth.

Inspector Sharma inspected the man: Mid-fifties, balding, with floral panoramic patterns clinging to near exposed skin adorned by gold embellishments all over that together he surmised, could easily weigh over a couple of kilos.

“Sir, I am Frederick D’ Souza, the captain…”

‘Cut the crap. Where’s the body?’

“Sir…sir…the body… err it was here…i mean it isn’t now…It…”

Inspector Sharma felt as if a huge boulder had dropped onto his chest. He felt dizzy. With enormous effort he raised his hands up and held onto to a metallic beam that circled the upper deck.

His free hand felt the gun strapped to his waist.

The bastard! A multi-millionare aging heiress on a ’round the world’ odyssey was found murdered on this ship and its owner was saying that the body had disappeared.
“Sir, the sharks…they ate her. I saw it…”

Inspector Sharma wasn’t sure whom he hated the most___the man, the ‘dead’ heiress or, the sharks.

(c)neelanilpanciker2017 #fiction #sundayphotofiction #allatsea #184words

neelwrites/thebeachmurders/FFfAW/fiction/crime/180words/13/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 10, 2017

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THE BEACH MURDERS

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma hurriedly rifled through his trouser pockets.

He was a tad late; by the time he retrieved his handkerchief, he had puked__pungent bile dripping all over his freshly ironed police uniform.

“Sir, what to do now?”.

Bloody fool, can’t he see, what else to do now.

With great effort the senior cop controlled his burgeoning rage .

“Pandey, call the Forensics. Also, have the postmortem done. And…keep your trap shut.”

He watched his deputy turn away.

Then, despite himself, he looked down one last time at the body.

Young, maybe 22-23, white skinned, plausibly a foreigner, he surmised. His eyes noticed the half torn ultra chic clothes, a blue top furiously ripped apart, half exposed oval shaped breasts, and a criss cross of knife engravings on them.

He turned around.

Despite the early hour, it was as if the entire village had congregated.

A couple of men slinging cameras headed his way.

‘The vultures,’ he muttered, ‘already out for flesh even before the meat has turned cold’.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #FFfAW #180words