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Source: Brushed Off
BEST SERVED COLD (99 words)
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 body 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.’
(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #short story #99 words
This is in response to the weekly FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CHALLENGE HOSTED BY the amazing Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/22/24-march-2017/
Something wondrous about a full moon night,
when shadows come to play
and the clouds drift by,
blown by the night winds.
Trying to hide the moon,
they play hide and seek.
Moonlight so mysterious,
something magical about it,
wandering in its light,
bringing feelings of romance so right.
Moonlight more special than candlelight,
the feeling, the power, and the aura.
When a full moon shines bright,
it brings restlessness,
a need to wander about
or dance among the moonbeams.
Full moon nights,
bring no sleep,
the wonder of watching the moon and the stars,
play with the clouds and the shadows.
Long into the night,
listening to night creatures,
calling from a far,
where the mournful hoot of an owl calls –
Who, who are you?
Magical wonders on mysterious,
full moonlight drenched nights.
When in my dreams the moon,
like a gentlemen in a tux,
comes down to earth,
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cut through the air:
falcon of kings
a silent movie villain
his black moustache.
Dark and angular,
this fearsome hunter
closing wings into a stoop,
he bullets towards his prey,
banks and shoots away
out of sight.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image found on Pinterest
This week we are weaving tales where sight is important. It could anything that brings physical and or spiritual satisfaction.