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.

To enjoy stories inspired by the What Pegman Saw prompt or to submit your own 150-word story, visit the inLinkz button:


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.

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197 04 April 9th 2017

© A Mixed Bag

By Neel Anil Panicker  (176 words)

Varun, I knew him as. Was unconventional–said he believed in doing things differently.

We were on our first date ever.

Took me to this weird looking boat.

I saw  a neighing horse’s head jutting out from the bow.

“You’ll love this. Move to the corner,” he said. In his hands he held a vintage use ‘n’ throw black and white camera.

Just when the flashlights popped, the air around broke into raucous laughter and deafening shrieks.

A band of overexcited tourists had clambered on.

The next I know the tiny boat wobbled and off I flew from bow to stern in one big somersault.

Opened my eyes to find myself peering into limpid blue eyes and a face that broke into an impish grin.

Suspended in midair, I felt the warmth of steely hands on tender waist.

Our eyes met, Cupid’s darts struck.

Love at first sight—that’s what it was.

Heard a splash and looked over only to find someone flailing his arms wildly in the cold waters.

It was ‘Goodbye Varun, Hello Albert’.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction # shortstory #SPF

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Sunday Photo Fiction – April 9th 2017

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BEST SERVED COLD    (99 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
By Neel Anil Panicker

“George Clifton, the 65-year-old owner of Clifton Estate was found murdered today, his throat slit with a sharp edged weapon. This is the very Estate  where 20 years ago…”

Bhura switched off the television set, struck a match, and watched as the newspaper cutting  burnt to ashes.

Its contents read, ‘Allahabd Police have discovered the body of an around 25 year old woman, from inside Clifton Estate. The partially burnt corpse bore several knife wounds. A postmortem report confirmed rape. A three-month old child, believed to be the woman’s, was found beside the body whom the killer/s left unharmed.’

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This is in response to the weekly FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CHALLENGE HOSTED BY the amazing Rochelle at



WHAT A SCENE (200 words)

195 03 March 19th 2017

© A Mixed Bag

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Cut! Next, we rehearse the balcony scene.”

Jaswinder slips backstage and lights up a cigarette.

‘Jas, you there?’

‘Damn’t, can’t I have a moment’s privacy’, Jas mutters under his breath.

The door slams open.

‘Jas?’, Anita says as she switches on the lights.

“What’s it?”

‘They told me you are quitting. Is it true, my Romeo?’

‘Romeo? Not again. Wish he could tell her that it was only a play and that she no longer was his Juliet.’

“I was just waiting for the right time to tell you.”

Anita’s heart began pounding. ‘Tell what, my baby?’

“Remember Nisha, the girl we met last month at Hamid’s. I…I mean we…are in love.”

Jas raised his hand as if fending off an argument.

“Her father runs the number one theater group in Lucknow. Wants me to join as lead actor.”

Anita felt as she had come under a truck.

She felt dizzy; her legs gave way; she held on to the table stand.

‘But Jas, you said you loved me…you…’

Her voice was a trail.

Anita watched helplessly as Jas, burying his hands in his pockets, slipped out of the room.

Over the mike, the director’s voice bellowed, “Time for action.”
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Sunday Photo Fiction – March 19th 2017




PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Do you see what I see?’

Mohan peered through the diagonal gaps of the circular spectacle.

It stood like a sore wooden thumb in an otherwise populated park flush with the spectre of discreetly positioned cemented benches that came alive with the muted sounds and beeps of teenaged lovers whose arms and limbs reached out to one another like tiny tender leaves stooping down into the earth’s bowels, questing for comfort and succor.

‘Nothing’, Mohan replied.

The two had been lolling around for some time.

‘It’s the angle of vision,’ his boss replied, adding, ‘now I want her killed, too’.

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mike Vore. Thank you Mike for our photo prompt!
By Neel Anil Panicker

“A piano is for keeps but I am no keep.”

From across the table Mary couldn’t help but smile.

She always found Vineeta’s clumsy word play indulgences wildly amusing.

‘Looks like Bob’s lexical skills are really rubbing off on you’.

Mary was referring to her best friend’s latest boyfriend, the fuzzy haired, Shakespeare mouthing, piano strumming intern next door, who, of late, was the reason why Claire did the vanishing act every other day, at times even for days together.

“Stop it, Mary. I don’t want to even hear the asshole’s name again”.

The words came loaded with a lot of bile, especially the way she spat  out ‘a…aa…aaas…hooole’.

Mary waited for the storm to abate.

Later in their hostel room, a chastened Vineeta said,

“I broke his piano…smashed the bloody thing to pieces”, adding, “the bastard was fucking her more than me”.

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of March 07, 2017






By Neel Anil Panicker

Makhan Lal offers one last look at the arid expanse before him.

All his weary eyes can spot are acres upon acres of barren fields.

Sweat-lathered tears stream down his heavily lined visage and die slow deaths on his bare-chested, all boned torso.

This year’s been particularly harsh: no rainfall, no crop, no food, and two deaths_ his brother and his

his grandson, all of two weeks.

His weather beaten sixty-five year old self can take no longer.

The decision’s made: migration; to the city, to any place that will get his family of seven two meals a day.

©neelanilpanicker2017 # fiction # shortstory #99 words

February 23: Flash Fiction Challenge

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February 23: Flash Fiction Challenge

February 23, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a migration story. It can imagine the dusty or arctic trails of the frontiers past or look to the travel across the galaxy. What issue about modern migration bans might influence an artistic expression in a flash? Migrate where the prompt leads you.