neelwrites/caesar’splace/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/27/03/2018

HIS MASTER’S VOICE By Neel Anil Panicker “Who’s that?” ‘Sir, that’s Raman, the cashier.’ “Ok Asif, tell me when and where did you find the body?” ‘Sir, today morning I opened the shop as usual at ten. After inspecting the daily stock register, a few minutes later, I went to the staff rest room that … Continue reading neelwrites/caesar’splace/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/27/03/2018

neelwrites/spotted/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/156words/24/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 24, 2017 Hosted by Priceless Joy at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-24-2017/ SPOTTED This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy! By Neel Anil Panicker “I have spotted him. He’s here, right in front of my eyes.” Where? “Across the road. On the kerb, waiting for the lights to turn green, his eyes riveted on the … Continue reading neelwrites/spotted/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/156words/24/10/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/2202/2017

(Note: Sorry, I hope you won’t mind as I have gone beyond 200 words with this one that just came in one full flow.) https://pixabay.com/en/city-people-street-night-lights-1487891/ AT THE CROSSROADS By Neel Anil Panicker As a child whenever a problem assailed Albert, he would duck past the half-broken boundary walls and enter the vast expanse of the … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/2202/2017

neelwrites/fiction/Sunday Photo Fiction – November 6th2016/08/11/2016

NOT JUST A STONE By Neel Anil Panicker The afternoon sun tore into her skin, knifing through the half torn saree that she was wearing. It  slashed into her bare boned frail limbs, mercilessly burning to cinders whatever remained of her frail self. Careful not to bump into the post afternoon office crowd of harried … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/Sunday Photo Fiction – November 6th2016/08/11/2016

neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/flashfiction/29/07/2016/thequarry

THE  QUARRY By Neel Anil Panicker He watched her walk out of the room. He followed behind. She turned around at the hallway. He hid behind a pillar. High stiletto heels began to recede into the distance. His ears caught the faint creak. She was exiting, taking the stairway. It was now or never, he … Continue reading neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/flashfiction/29/07/2016/thequarry