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Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto

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A LONELY VIGIL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Prisons make for great camaraderie.

Call it brotherhood of the underdog, survival instincts, or sheer boredom,

it is not unusual for two people locked in a common cell to turn into best buddies over a period of time.

It’s two in the morning, though within the darkened walls of a prison cell, time is but a mere statistic, meaningless and of not much value.

Crouched in a corner and still holding in his hands the tiny cell phone, Ali just about had time to digest the earth shattering news that Moosa had conveyed to him seconds ago when he looked up to find his prison mate not just wide awake but staring down at him from across the cell room, a mystery smile playing on his lips.

It was a look that transported Ali back to his childhood days in his impoverished village in Gorakhpur; a look the landlord’s henchmen at the orchard farm used to give him when they suspected him of stealing mangoes.

Momentarily shaken, Ali quickly regained his composure, and looked his cell mate in the eye.

The two locked horns for what seemed an eternity. It was his cellmate who broke the stare and flashed a smile, only this time it was a wide, friendly smile, a smile that seemed to say, “don’t worry man, we’re both sailing in the same boat. All your secrets are mine too and shall remain so, forever buried in my heart’.

It was not long before the two convicts got talking. Before daybreak, Ali and his cell mate, whose name he came to know was Lakhi alias Lambu had become thick buddies.

Within the next few days and nights, the two had shared enough of their lives and confided just about enough to forge a strong bond of friendship.

Come nightfall and as the prison would plunge darkness, the two friends would huddle around the bed and converse for long hours till they fell prey to sleep.

It was while in the midst of one such nightly conversation that Ali received a call from Liza, a call that had the potential to change the course of his life.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #alonelyvigil#parttenofadangerouslove#ofprisonnights#358

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waiting

WAITING FOR DEATH   (248 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Tiptoeing past the balcony, and with his body half crouched to the floor, Peter

slid his way down the stairs, and on the first landing dragged himself behind the sandstone pillars.

He needn’t have done so__the house and its surroundings were pitch dark.

He had ensured that, having turned off the lights an hour ago, moments after seeing off his wife  wife and the two kids.

“Why don’t you spend the night at Annie’s? It’s been a while since you two met”, he had suggested to Mary during lunch.

And then looking at the way she had brightened up at his words, he had added, “and do take the kids with you, dear. You know how much they love granny”.

That had sealed it. Any opportunity to meet her sister, kids in tow, pleased Mary no end.

And now, an hour after they had left, leaving the two storied mansion to himself, Peter waited, his breath on hold, as an eerie silence pervaded the place.

Emmanuel was in town. A week ago he had read of his release. A day ago he had seen a figure hurriedly retreat into the lane.

A shiver had gone down his spine. Immanuel’s parting words before the police bundled him away rang in his ears, “I’ll be back”.

His boss was not one to give empty threats. Had no mercy for double crossers.

Above, something dropped on the velvety floor. Immanuel was in his room.

Below, Peter waited, gun in hand.

©neelanilpanicker2017#fiction#shortstory#thursdsayphotoprompt#248words

Thursday photo prompt – Waiting #writephoto

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

THE TUNNEL   (100 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Life’s a crawl when I bump into Charlie, childhood buddy, fresh out of jail.

 “Mat!” he screams, his whisky scarred voice a slur.

Man’s a toughie; mean as they come in Cox Bazaar.

“Wanna make some cool money?”

Months back he had come to my shack with his sister, who was friends with Karen, who is pregnant with our baby.

‘How much?’  I ask, mindful not to sound too excited.

“Twenty grands, ten upfront, rest after the job”.

I bite my lip and walk past.

 “I’ll come with the dough. Tonight”.

I don’t reply. He knows what my answer is.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017#fiction#shortstory#100words

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