neelwrites/smokedout!/sixsentencestories/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/285words/17/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

SMOKED OUT

By Neel Anil Panicker

Holy smoke! One look at the woman seated opposite him and Inspector Sharma felt a stirring in his loins even as a slow bulge began to build up under his pants.

 

Thick lustrous auburn hair pulled straight back only further accentuated the air brushed smoothness of a high cheek boned porcelain china face that sat majestically atop an hour glass figure that looked as it had popped out of a glossy movie poster.

Looking at the smoking hot beauty for a moment he wondered if had made a mistake, wondered whether for once his famed powers of deduction had gone wrong, that she wasn’t the killer, and that she had absolutely nothing to do with the body that lay dead in the inner bedroom of this sprawling sea side bungalow in Lutyen’s Delhi___the lifeless bullet ridden body of the man the world knew as the ‘Diamond King of India.’

In a bid to clear the doubt that was plaguing his mind, Inspector Sharma decided to probe the woman one last time.  “Could you please tell me Mrs Khurana where and what exactly were you doing between four and six today morning”?

‘I…we…I mean I was …’

That’s it!_the smoking gun. He had got the answer, the small iota of doubt that had nested in his brain, even it was for a nano second, had now completely vanished; this lady was all smoke and mirrors, she indeed was the killer.

Suave upper crust English bred women born into wealth who lived in 100 crore mansions the size of a football stadium and travelled the globe in their own private jets did not blabber and get tongue tied when facing questions from lowly keepers of the law.

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neelwrites/pitch/sixsentencestories/fiction/shortstory/257words/09/02/2018

THE WRONG PITCH

By Neel Anil Panicker

“I am sorry, I’m very terribly sorry Sir to have lost the contract.”

So, what do you have to say in your defense, Mr Srivastava?”

“Sir, I trust me when I say that I left no stone unturned in my efforts to impress the meeting. Right from doing weeks long research and knowing every single thing about Smith & Sons to even knowing the strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes of Mr Smith as well as his two sons, Robert and Edwin I did all that was humanly possible to ensure that they give us and us only the million dollar worth of contract.”

But alas! Despite all your well intentioned efforts you failed, you failed in securing the deal, this all important contract that was worth over ten million dollars and which now has gone to our arch enemy, the Kapoors. Isn’t that so, isn’t that what is the stark, bitter truth, Mr Chief Deal Maker, the all knowing Perfectionist non parallele?.

“I am sorry sir, but what else could I have done”?

What else? You haven’t done one thing wrong, you have done the most important thing wrong. You made the wrongful assumption and thought Smith & Sons means it is an all male enterprise whereas the reality is that it is hundred percent owned by matriarchal head of the family, eighty year old Mrs Elizabeth Smith who even today takes every single decision about all personal as well as business matters. You stupid fool, you made your pitch but it wasn’t to the right person.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #shortstory #sixsentencestories #257words

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

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This week’s cue is PITCH!

 

 

neelwrites/revenge/sixsentencestories/fiction/20/01/2018

REVENGE OF THE REJECTED

By Neel Anil Panicker

The memory of his betrayal ripped through her heart, searing and singeing every single sinew, vein and muscle in her five foot slender frame, shattering to smithreens her mental peace, causing her to wobble unsteadily all around her spartan room as she howled and shrieked, hurling invectives like the way certain mad women do at traffic intersections.

‘The bastard’, she hissed, ‘you will pay for this; pay heavily for this rejection of my body and soul’.

The sky outside her 17th floor hotel room overlooking the Arabian Sea morphed a purplish dark, the clouds that hovered above now floated around menacingly__forming, disforming, and re-forming amoeba-like as if desparetly searching for land masses to shower their venom upon.

Shweta plonked herself into the corner wicker chair and downed the last drops off the Vodka bottle.

Considerably calmed, her quitened mind now a steady boat, she planned her next course of action.

She had already made up her mind: Harshit had to die; it was just a matter of when and how.

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #sixsentencestories

neelwrites/unjustwages/sixsentencestories/flash/223words/12/01/2018

(UN)JUST WAGES

By Neel Anil Panicker

Under the thin near faded out cotton saree that Rina was wearing, a sudden jab of pain shot through her chest as she violently dug her dirty long nails into the knuckles of her hands.

After much effort she looked up and across the table at her tormentor Mr Das, the night supervisor, the one who was hell bent on making her life difficult, the one was was now eyeing her with unbridled lasciviousness, the one who was unashamedly licking his lips in anticipation of the answer that he expected of her ever since she had joined Bright Cotton Fashions as an apprentice six months ago.

Her heart trembling, the lips quivering, her voluptuous body shivering uncontrollably and on the verge of collapse, Rina looked at the evil figure in front of her and somehow prised open her lips to say NO but the words simply refused to come out of her mouth.

Instead, dis-formed montages of a cancer stricken husband, a paralytic bed ridden mother, three impoverished school going children, their mouths gaping at empty food plates floated in and out of her benumbed mindscape.

YES,” she screamed out, “I cannot afford to leave this job. I will do whatever you say”

‘Good. Then it’s settled. We have an agreement. You get to keep the wages. And I get to keep you’.

(C)2018NEELANILPANCIKER #FICTION

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

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This week’s cue is WAGE.

#FLASH #SHORSTORY #SIXSENTENCESTORIES #223WORDS

neelwrites/classact/fiction/sicsentencestories/29/12/2017

SSS A BIT LATE…

This week’s cue is SUSPEND…

A MASTER CLASS

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Listen, dear friend, trust me when I this and am saying this not out of my hat but out of my experience, a great many years of hard won experience.”

‘Do I have a choice? Go ahead, I am all ears’.

 

“So here it is straight off the horse’s mouth: If you want to take a wow class and win friends and influence people then you should suspend all judgement.”
‘Hmm…interesting, in this world there is no dearth of free idea floaters and now that I see you too have joined that ‘Entry By Invitation Only’ club why don’t you enlighten me as to how exactly do I go about this earth shattering path breaking pedagogical strategy that you so elegantly have euphemistically christened as SUSPEND ALL JUDGEMENT?’

“Well, first of all you should keep your eyes and ears open in the class to look around for any and all sorts of non-academic activity and that includes all sorts of shenanigans including coochie cooing into one another’s ears, engaging in near animated discussions about the morals or lack of it of neighbourhood street dogs, and even heatedly analysing threadbare the inverse correlation between the rising levels of global warming and the plunging necklines of Hollywood beauties.”

‘There it is, I got it, a bit paradoxical though it may be. First, I need to keep my eyes and ears open and then close them. A class act indeed’.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #six sentence stories #fiction #short story #237 words

neelwrites/time’sup/fiction/shortstory/sixsentencestories/06/12/2017

Welcome To Six Sentence Stories

Link up your six sentences. This week’s cue is MATE.

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TIME’S UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

Joseph Livingstone looked over his shoulder at the guard who wore the same benign smile that we was wearing last Monday and the Monday before that and every Monday in the last eight months he had been walked down to the Visitors Room,  ever since the time he has been imprisoned at Singapore State Prison.

“You no come now. I fine. Know where the stash is, don’t you? Will fly to Jamaica before Christmas, for sure baby”, he whispered into Amanda’s ears, their eyes, pregnant with longing and hope, communicating love notes through the barbed wires.

‘What about Freddie? Says half of that stuff is his? How do I stop him?’

‘Time’s up mate’, barked the over six foot tall baton wielding prison guard who stood barely five feet from where they were.

Biting into his thick rose tinged lower lips, Joseph thought about that for one nano second, and then cupping his mouth hissed through the hexagonal steel mesh, “You have the gun, you know what to do, right?”

As he was being led away Joseph turned around the corner just in time to see his girl friend-cum-partner in crime honour him with a smile that said it all.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixsentencestories #fiction #flash #200words #crime #underworld #prison #drugs #mafia

neelwrites/laterealization/sixsentencestories/fiction/flash/shortstory/137words/21/11/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week

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This week’s cue is FLEECE.

LATE REALIZATION

By Neel Anil Panicker

She put a fleece over all his indiscretions ever standing by and supporting

him, come rain or shine.

He mistook her devoted wife, ever loyal, ever reliable Rock of Gibralter

persona as her abiding weakness, a feminine frailty.

Meanwhile, as his passions soared, he went about sowing his wild oats far

and wide, rolling and making out in the hay, viewing all he encountered

as a good lay to play around with.

The day came when her dam of patience burst out in a maddening deluge

and she stuck a piece of lead into his sick head.

‘Enough did you fleece, now it is time to rest in peace’, were her parting

words.

Today, as she pieces together the shattered pieces of her life she realizes in

hindsight that a certain species of man is a woe-man.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #fleece #137words #flash