neelwrites/green/FFfAW/195/fiction/27/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 27, 2017

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121st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

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GO GREEN WITH ENVY  

By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life Uncle Prasad had said yes, green signalling just about everything; consequences be dammed.

And so it was that at age 4 he joined his cousins and pulled off the biggest heist of the time: stealing bagfuls of the finest Alphonso mangoes from the sprawling orchard of the village headman.

At 7 he was playing courier boy, passing over love psalms between hormone high Romeos and Cupid struck Juliets; by 9 taking off to the hills nearby for a night out with the Big Boys.

At 13, he came perilously close to being shot dead from an alert guard’s rifle while his ‘friends’ ran helter skelter after a bank hold-up gone horribly wrong.

At 16, he was carrying a gun, because that’s what all his peers were carrying.

But then all that’s in the past.

Today, half a century later, he’s jumped ahead, changed, turned respectable, married, even become proud grandfather  to six.

But then, at times he wants to go back to when he was 6 or 7, join his buddies to steal mangoes, flirt with girls twice his age, and maybe rob a bank or two.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction  #195

neelwrites/inhiding/spf/fiction/200words/26/06/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 25th 2017

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IN HIDING

10 Eric Wicklund 25 June 2017

© Eric Wicklund

By Neel Anil Panicker

For the first time in his two decade long police career, Inspector Akhtar Shameem of Jammu & Kashmir Special Crime Unit felt what it was like to be on the other side of the law.

The tables had turned__the cop had become the criminal, or so it seemed.

Holed up in his current hideout__an abandoned timber factory located some fifteen miles off Srinagar Highway, and barely a few thousand meters from the Pakistan border, the middle-aged cop went over the events of the previous few weeks.

He had been investigating a drug seizure case a month ago when he stumbled upon the involvement of two prominent legislators.

On digging further, he unearthed a multi-billion dollar drug cartel whose tentacles spread across the border was run by Shah Maqsood Gilani, the Chief Minister’s son.

Soon he had had visitors_ machine gun wielding men who riddled his house with bullets, (luckily his wife and two children were at his in-law’s for a family wedding); strange men who made vile threats over the phone and hurled bombs at his police station.

Inspector Shameem checked his watch. 12.35 pm. It was time to make his move.

His contact Haider would be waiting, as promised.

©neelanilpanciker2017  #SPF #200words

neelwrites/spf/vultures/198/20/06/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 18th 2017

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DROPPING DEAD FROM THE SKIES

203 06 June 18th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Vetenarian surgeon Dr Inderjeet Saini bent down on his knees and examined the bird.

His nimble fingers felt its heart under the white backed wings.

It was a wasteful exercise.

The juvenile griffon had been dead for over five hours.

“Renal failure,” he pronounced, adding “A slow and painful death.”

Standing next to him, Dr Rustom Naoroji, the well known ornithologist and his colleague from the Institute of Avian Studies, nodded his head sadly.

“That’s Number 76, and this is only in just one district. One more innocent life sacrificed at the altar of man’s unbridled greed,” he said as two ambled back to their camp located on the outskirts of Khelgaon, a nondescript village in rural Maharashtra famous for its extensive dairy farm activities.

The two bird lovers knew what that meant. In the last two years alone, the number of vultures that had died after consuming the carcasses of cattle had risen to 1258, a staggering rise of 64 per cent.

The dead cattle were administered highly harmful painkillers, something that would make them work longer hours.

However, there was something else that worried Dr Naoroji.

It was what would happen to him once he died.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #SPF #fiction  #198words

P.S. The death of vultures is a matter of grave concern for the Parsi community who follow the practice of leaving their dead in the Tower of Silence to be consumed by vultures.

neelwrites/soul/fivesentencestorypromptchallenge/19/06/2017

FIVE SENTENCE STORY PROMPT CHALLENGE: WEEK Written 1

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Today’s prompt word is

SOUL(n) : the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
A person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity.

Genre specification: All Genre

BIG, BLACK HOLE

By Neel Anil Panicker

A blue chip first job via campus selection, doting parents who would steal the moon for her, an hour glass figure attractive enough to give any beauty contest winner a serious complex besides sending the male members of the human tribe into wild eyed delirium___at twenty three, life for Esther was one big never ending party.

That was when Shiamak happened.

A recent transfer from Head Office, the gangly sweet talking Accounts Manager turned out to be one not just blessed with a yen for facts but also a passion for figures.

Soon, Cupid struck and marriage followed.

Pity, she loved him with her heart and soul; he eyed her as just another a piece of meat, forever drilling holes into her heart.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #fivesentencestory #123words

neelwrites/burkhalifa/whatpegmansaw/150/18/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

Burj Khalifa, Dubai

Today Pegman takes us to the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

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UNIMAGINABLE HEIGHTS

17 View from the top

By Neel Anil Panicker

The cityscape of Dubai with its palm tree lined linear streets, the domed minarets, the hexagonal  odd patches of green on an otherwise sand kissed topography__all were a blur, like a colony of ants, barely visible to the naked eye, and yet glistening in the blistering heat of the desert sun.

As Lubna watched the visual spread of ever changing kaleidoscopic colours from her 150th floor hotel room at the Burj Khalifa, she felt on top of the world, both literally and metaphorically.

A whirlwind romance, a lavish wedding, and now, two days later, a dream honeymoon in the skies, around 3000 feet above the earth__ God had been generous nee lavish in showering his blessings.

She turned around and tiptoed towards the master bed, towards the man of her dreams, intending to lather his handsome face with sweet kisses.

Under the covers, Usman waited, knife in hand.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #whatpegmansaw #fiction #148words

neelwrites/FF/discovery/inspectorsharma/100words/14/06/2017

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16 June 2017

THE DISCOVERY

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

As the siren dripping police car screeched to a halt near the white marbled hotel entrance, the bumble bee of television cameras swooped down on it, catching off guard its lone occupant Inspector Sharma even as he emerged out of his air-conditioned cocoon into the mid-June summer madness that had become Kolkata.

“Not now” he thundered, as he hacked his way past the thick foliage of thick skinned news sniffing journos and their protruding microphones, taking the lift to the tenth floor, to room number 110, where awaiting him were three dismembered bodies including one of a three-month-old baby girl.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction  #FF #100words  

neelwrites/spf/chess/fiction/shortstory/200words/11/06/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 11th 2017

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NOT SO BLACK ‘N’ WHITE

SPF - June 11th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Life for Abdul Sattar was a two player game of chess; his opponent, the whole wide world.

Abdul played his part with great zeal and cunning; winning being his whole sole motive.

 

Losing, for him, was never an option. The vicissitudes of fate had ensured that.

Splitting points reserved only for weaklings.

 

A child of a Lesser God, life’s cards were all stacked against him.

Minus the love and support of non-existent parents, he started out as every Tom, Dick, and Harry’s  favourite lamb, ever ready for slaughter.

Bullied, abused, beaten, threatened…he had seen, felt and experienced it all before one could spell bingo.

At an age when children were meant to be in school and mastering the three Rs, our man had his first brush with the law. His crime: stabbing to death his violator.

By the time he stepped foot into the tenuous teens, he had learnt enough about first moves, split second openings, deft maneuverings, tactical retreats, left flank slices and brutal frontal attacks to end up as the lord of the rings, the undisputed master of the game.

 

It was then that he met the queen.

It was checkmate time.

Overnight he turned from king to pawn.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #spf #fiction #shortstory #200words