neelwrites/agatecrash/sentencestarter/shortstory/flashfiction/330words/06/07/2018

A GATECRASH

By Neel Anil Panicker

One moment it was a picture post card scene of sheer happiness; the very next it had turned into madness, with everybody running around helter skelter.

Who invited whom? That was the question on everyones’ lips, every single one of the men and women who had converged on the beachfront, hoping to partake of the salubrious climate, wishing to enjoy the sheer sight of the frothy waves as it lashed against the jagged rocky edges, leaving behind a sea of sand, shells and the excited squeals of children running and playing about with unrestrained joy.

“Hey, did you hear that? It sounded like a bullet shot.”

Deepak’s eyes traced the trajectory of Kiran’s fingers that were pointing towards a stage fifty yards from where they stood.

Jostling, howling, jabbering, screaming, shouting, yelling : that much he could see and make out as he watched with intent eyes the makeshift wooden stage on the northern periphery of the mile long beach.

A group of men, all clad in pure white dhotis and silk shirts, their heads outfitted with ubiquitous Gandhi caps were yelling and screaming, jostling and jabbering, a few even engaging in fist fights with one another.

His eyes narrowed down on a face.

A swarthy face, the top three or four shirt buttons ripped off to expose a thick flock of silvery haired chest, the seven inch long thick gold chain hanging loose around the ‘thick as a bull’s’ neck and glistening in the sand blasted mid-afternoon Sunday sun that was scorching the coastal city of Cochin.

“It’s a party, our Mayor’s. He’s come here; uninvited, of course. He’s just won again. Is celebrating. Looks like trouble. Let’s move. Where’s Priya  and Raghu?”

As Kiran gathered her brood and the family wound their back to their car, a couple of bombs exploded, cracking open the skies.

“Wonder what would happen were he to win the Assembly elections”, hollered Deepak as he hurriedly ferried his wife and kids to safety.

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neelwrites/movingon/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/100words/05/07/2018

MOVING ON 

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker 

It’s over.

I’m done…done with you.

I don’t need you.

Not anymore.

‘You sure?’ you ask.

“Dead sure”, I say.

Dead sure ‘coz I’m done with taking insults__the poison dipped barbs, the not so veiled innuendos that come my way every single time I take a stroll down the park, or so much as amble across to the weekly vegetable market, or worse, bend my knees in obeisance inside the hallowed precincts of the local temple.

Yeah, I’m ditching you.

All set to get hitched to a girl.

Any girl who’d love a man without a leg or two.

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6 July 2018

 

 

neelwrites/shortstory/fiction/sentencestarter/nothing10/06/2018

DEFINITELY SOMETHING

By Neel Anil Panicker
“Nothing, nothing is the matter”.
Rajesh opened his mouth to say something but then quickly checked himself.
She’s definitely hiding something, for sure, he said to himself.
He flipped boringly through the pages of ‘The President is Missing’, the book he, an absolute non-enthusiast of political thrillers, was trying to read.
” Read it. For once, you will fall in love with realistic fiction”, were Shelly’s words as she coaxed him into ordering the latest bestseller from  a premier online site.
He decided to try another route. Turning around to his wife who herself was immersed in a book, ( another racy political or crime thriller___her favourite genres__), he said, his voice a practised casuality,
“Darling, what’s the name of that intern who was linked with Clinton? I keep forgetting her name off and on.”
The second s ticked by. He waited; waited and watched.
There was no response. Zilch. Cipher. It was as if she wasn’t even there in the bedroom.
As if she, her mind, were somewhere else.
‘So there was definitely something; something that was bothering her, playing on her mind so badly as to render her absolutely oblivious to her surroundings, to others around her, to even her husband, her hubby of over a decade.”

Rajesh watched her face, still immobile, inscrutable as a rock, and wondered whether it had anything to do with Harsh.
The thought made his blood boil and sent paroxysms of pain shoot up through his veins.
In no time and despite the air conditioning, he began to perspire.
As tiny sweat droplets began to trickle down his temple, he lifted himself from the bed and stumbled into  the balcony abutting their fourteen floor two-bed room apartment, the one he had bought and shifted to only six months ago.
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Short Story Sunday 216: Nothing

 

 

neelwrites/nosheddingtears/sisentencestories/flash/fiction/shortstory/07/06/2018

NO SHEDDING TEARS

By Neel Anil Panicker
It took a while for her to understand but ever since his last indiscretion__ a quickie weekend fling couched as an urgent out of town meeting with
“some VIP clients who wanted to sign a big ticket deal__she had stopped to shed silent tears in the vain hope that he would he would mend his wayward ways and turn over a new leaf.
“Only those who feel guilty can ever hope to ride the path of Reformation,” was  the solemn pronouncement of Beatrice, her bestie and go to person for all times.
And she couldn’t have agreed more.
Except that one day, she, fuelled by righteous indignation and unbridled rage, decided to take matters into her own hands.

And so it was that one fine morning when hubby dear was lost to sleep, that she climbed on top of him and severed  his organ, the one that was that was the main culprit for his uncontrollable libido.

It’s another matter that she spent the rest of her yeas battling the forces of guilt, leading her wasted existence behind prison bars.
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It’s Six Sentence Story

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neelwrites/diggingabout/fridayfictioners/flashfiction/100words/30/05/2018

DIGGING ABOUT

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

By Neel Anil Panicker

Hey, so this is what I do nowadays ever since I bid adieu to the artsy world of crime solving.

I mean look at me; furrowing and ploughing my way through knee length dirt and slush, spending whole afternoons and the better part of evenings digging and baling out huge tracts of earth, all in the vain hope that some ferns and fronds bloom and brighten up the dreary environs  that encase my post-retired existence.

Hey, I just stomped on something. It’s a man’s foot.  A man’s foot? In my garden? Someone’s hell bent on plucking me out of retirement.

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1 June 2018

 

neelwrites/alwaysonaleasdh/firstlinefriday/flash/fiction/30/05/2018

ALWAYS ON A LEASH

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

The thieves took everything except the dog. Probably, they thought, whoever they were, what harm were an old ever wheezing half blind apology of a dog who could barely walk on half a limb.

But then the band of highway robbers who climbed the ten foot high wired fence after cutting off the power supply and putting to sleep the four guards stationed round the clock at the perimeters of the acre-long estate showed that they were after all just human and could be outwitted by a mere four legged doddering German Shepherd who had long passed his  expiry date.

Or, how else could one account for the fact that the entire gang, the half a dozen who committed the midnight heist and made off with the booty that included among others a couple of rare paintings, a steel trunk that contained gold and silver artefacts, and four bespoke limited edition watches, each worth at least a million dollars, was behind bars within 24 hours of the crime?

 “Those Picassos were the rarest of the rare. But that’s besides the point. What’s more important is that Tiger’s instincts are still top class, what say, my dear lady?”

Duchess Mary Margaret of  Lancashire looked admiringly at her husband before replying, “Tiger’s instincts plus yours. So thoughtful of you to plant that micro chip camera onto to Tiger’s neck belt.”

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First Line Friday: May 25th, 2018

Your line for this week is:

The thieves took everything except the dog. 

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neelwrites/themeeting/fridayfictioneers/shorttsory/100words/28/03/2018

THE MEETING

By Neel Anil Panicker

Akhtar had his day job__ a manager at the Bank of India main branch. Come evenings, thrice a month, he would bring home a blank cheque leaf, plus a fascimile signature of its owner, usually a rich account holder.

Khadim, the calligraphic expert, would reproduce the signature and write a fancy seven figure amount onto it.

A week later, some six hundred kilomteres away, Haider, a school teacher, would receive the leaf, and pass it onto Taimur, a cashier in a nondescript bank branch who would disburse the specified amount.

The quartet met once a month to distribute the spoils.

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30 March 2018