neelwrites/nolastthought/thursdayphotoprompt/twilight/250words/16/06/2017

 

Thursday photo prompt – Twilight – #writephoto

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Written for weekly flash fiction photo prompt challenge hosted by Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/06/15/thursday-photo-prompt-twilight-writephoto/

NO DARK THOUGHTS

By Neel Anil Panicker

For Pramila nothing’s changed, or so it seems. The sky above is bathed in the same golden brown hue that she’s been seeing for twenty years or so. That’s  roughly the time she’s spent, all by herself, in this bare boned one roomed hutment sans any electricity, heating or other discernible appendages of modern living.

Here she lives, in near seclusion, in this quaint old fishing village so far cut off from mainland Bengal that it would fail to show up on even the most advanced search engines.

There she’s out, in the open, under the stars, below the blue skies, her bald head glistening a silvery white under the glare of the half moon. All she sees is the silhouette of the waves; the tumultuous crests and troughs of the high seas reminding her of her own topsy-turvy existence.

Standing there, her frail self a sodden figure in the twilight afterglow, she travels back in time to those halcyon days when she ruled the streets of Kolkata as a gangly fire spitting knife wielding all woman gang leader. Murder, kidnapping, extortion, bootlegging…you name it, she’s done them all.

Pity she ended up in Tihar Jail, the place where they send you when your crime dossier would make Al Pacino look like God’s chosen messenger of peace and love.

In the twilight of her life, does she ever ponder, wonder, or even look yonder?

Honestly, she cares a damn fig.

Been there, done that.  Know what I mean?

©neelanilpanciker2017 #thursdayphotoprompt  #fiction #250words

neelwrites/FFfAW/streetcarnameddesrire/shortstory/150words/30/05/2017

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

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A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE

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

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Oh! these oldies,’ Alia mouthed to herself, exasperated to the core.

It was just an hour ago when she had faced defeat at the hands of her mother.

“No ways. No ways will I allow my only child to drive down to town on her own. Besides, you go mad behind the wheels, you know”.

She knew better than to argue with that.

Only last week she had rammed Dad’s peach red Dzire straight into the neighbour’s walls. An error of judgement, she surmised.

Only that it dented the family fortune by twenty grands.

Add to that the near non-stop sermonizing juggernaut that followed about the vices of allowing greenhorns freedom excess of what they deserve.

“You could take the tram, instead.”

‘What? Tram? Give me a break mom. Trams are so passé, you know,’ Alia protested.

“Not if you are looking for love. Ask Dad if you don’t believe me.”

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #150 words #fiction #shortstory

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfAW/169WORDS/05/04/2017

NETHERWORLD    (words 169)

 

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

By Neel Anil Panicker

Some memories simply refuse to let go, clinging on, hopelessly, much like leeches slowly sucking away the blood off its victims, all this long after the denizens who gave birth to them have left the earthly firmament.

Like an albatross around one’s neck, they then proceed to knife through fragile guilt-ridden hearts, tearing and shredding to tiny bits life’s tender fabrics.

Reena too is battling one such memory. Her days and nights are subsumed by an avalanche of long orphaned emotions that threaten to tear asunder the very fabric of her existence.

Ever since Edwin’s suicide (though some would term that a murder!) not a single waking moment  has passed by without her being sucked into the dark abysses of hell, a bottomless pit where every breath is a curse, every moment of sanity just one more step towards an  inevitable end.

There is no escaping this madness, she knows…except.

As she ties the saree’s end to the ceiling fan above, redemption, for her, is but a foot away.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #shortstory #FFfAW

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-april-4-2017/

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4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

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neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/100/03/03/201

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Image Credit: Frank Jansen

HOUSE OF MEMORIES  (100 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

It may be five years since Anjali,succumbed to cancer but for Raghav she is as alive as the morning sun that unfailingly lights up the cobbled pathways to his roadside shop abutting Highway 24, off Mount Abu.

As the septuagenarian raises the aluminium shutters of ‘House of Memories’, he feels a sudden stab of pain shoot through his chest.  In no time his legs give way and he collapses, his palpitating thin frame crashing onto the sliding main doors.

As the last breaths empty out, he cries out, ‘Dear Anju, ‘am coming to create some more Kodak moments with you’.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #shortstory #100words

100 Word Weekly Writing Challenge —Week 8

#100WW

100 Word Wednesday: Week 8

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/100words/29/12/2016

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

THE WASHOUT

By Neel Anil Panicker

She comes with the rains. The memories…of hers…of ours.

That’s when I am left with no choice but to step out and walk to the stand across the street.

There in the open, I expose myself to the elements, every pore of my being drenched in tears that stream down, forming little rivulets that get sucked into the dirty drains.

That’s when she comes___waltzing past the streaming street lights, her black curly at the edges hairs now an inflamed red, billowing into the windy skies.

I reach out to embrace her.

She walks past me__a bus stop full of memories.

©neelanilpanicker2016#fiction#shortstory#100words

Blue Ceiling FF

Written for

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/30-december-2016/

neelwrites/poem/duo-rhyme#01/17/11/2016

By Neel Anil Panicker

This darkness brings with it a mélange of horrific images

peace is the villain that plays hide and seek with me through ages

the harshness of the present leaves me simply all too aghast

torturous are these years that have bound me in a cast

wonder if I can reprise sepia tinged memories of years past

when laughter and smiles ensured my days were a sheer blast

bewitching were those nights that were spread so vast

when I gazed at the ships that sailed by at full mast

can’t erase such memories of enchanting days yore

I yearn for a time when my life’s float once more turns ashore.

©neelanilpanicker2016#poem#duo-rhyme#01