By Neel Anil Panicker

The man in the white coat set aside the magnifying glass and proclaimed, ‘This is basalt, a hard extrusive igneous hexagonal rock with very low silica content, low viscosity and…”

“Spare me the monologue, Professor Gaikwad. I’m a police officer and…”


‘And also my younger brother’s college mate, right?


Inspector Sharma pursed his lips before replying, “Right sir, and more importantly, I am currently grappling with a murder, rather three murders, and the only clue that I have so far is the presence of this black stone with greyish patches at every murder site”.


The petrologist scratched the edges of his nose before answering, ‘Hmm…tell me, where exactly did you find these stones, Sharma?


“All around north rural Goa, the last, in a semi-forested area that abuts a small stream.”


‘You see, such basaltic rocks are the result of volcanic lava eruptions.’


It was now Inspector Sharma’s turn to scratch his nose.

“But there no volcanos in the entire Konkan coast”.


‘I know. So, could be the killer has come from Mars, or even Moon.’


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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Hmm! That’s a really big rock”, exclaimed Aruna with barely concealed envy.

That instantly lit up Vaishali’s face; a face one of her several admirers had likened to a ‘Leonardo Da Vinci portrait’.

‘The Mona Lisa itself’, had gushed someone else.

Looking over the shoulders of her bestie, Vaishali surveyed the happy, smiling visages around her.

The movers and shakers of Kolkata had descended this cool Sunday evening to celebrate her betrothal to the Prince of Kolkata.

Vaishali eyed her engagement ring and sighed.

Alas! none would be there when her Prince would turn pauper.

Least of all, she.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Justin wants to be one of those greats”.

Greats! As in Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, right?

“Not exactly. His idols are … err…slightly different.”

How different can they be?

“They are from the world of music.”

Ah! not surprising. All he does is strum that stupid guitar of his.

“That stupid guitar of his was gifted by you, hubby dear”

A fathers rightful indulgence,

“Well, he wants to turn professional…start his own band”

Oh! is it?

“And open an ice creams company,”

Ice creams! I thought he was in college. Plus, hes barely seventeen

“He’s dropping out”.

Dropping college???

“Says, ‘that’s what Jerry did”.

Now who the hells Jerry?

“ I checked. Name’s Jerry Garcia. The guy  heads a band… ‘Greatful Dead’. Is lead singer and vocalist…loves ice creams…fifty a day.”

Hes lost it.

“It’s better than wanting to be Trump”.


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(Some tidbits about Jerry Garcia, the rock bluegrass legend)

Before the Grateful Dead formed, Jerry Garcia cut his teeth in the early ‘60s with a folk and bluegrass band called the Hart Valley Drifters. Garcia was just 20 years old when he played in the quintet, which featured Robert Hunter, with whom he would write many Grateful Dead numbers, and David Nelson, who went on to form the New Riders of the Purple Sage.

Garcia appeared in the 1977 movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind as an extra during the scenes in India in a crowd shot.[86] During the following year, the Grateful Dead would occasionally improvise the theme from Close Encounters in concert.

Garcia had a deep passion for ice creams. In 1987 along with his partner Ben Hunter he started the Ben & Jerry’s which .consisted of “cherry ice cream with cherries and fudge flakes”.

Garcia was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Grateful Dead in 1994.

Watch him hit a mean note at



WEEK #07

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The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, February 8th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, February 17th, 2017.

Click on the Blue Frog to share your story.