Richard had requested for everyone to meet up on the Monday with an essay they'd written the year before. Due to a complete fire ban they had to postpone it until the Tuesday. A day before they went back to school. On the Monday they all spent Australia Day at Imogen's place.
On the Tuesday they were forced to wait half an hour for a barbecue to open up.
It was sixteen hours before they would be back at school. Celia and Richard were afraid of the workload. Imogen and Char were anxious, it wasn't an unusual occurrence but still unpleasant. Imogen had opted to take the anti anxiety medication but it was still in its accumulation phase.
They all took out their essay simultaneously.
Char pulled his out of his pocket. Yeats.
Richard pulled out his. Lord of the Flies.
Celia threw hers out of her bag. Jane Eyre.
Imogen carefully extracted hers. Keats.
"Keats and Yeats are on your side but Wilde is on mine," Char said. He continued to slip in and out of his Morrissey mind set.
They all stood around the barbecue for the last time that holidays, and possibly forever. Imogen lit it for the last time.
Together they fed the pages into the gas fueled barbecue. The pages mingled together and the handwriting on them became indistinguishable. The flames reached out and destroyed the pages, leaving nothing but ash.
A/N: Killing Keats is finished. I've started writing some new stuff but I probably won't post it for a while (if I ever do). I'm still going to be around here and am more than happy to talk to you guys.
Thanks for reading.
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Killing Keats
Short Story"Killing context one text at a time." Imogen Ditcher's main goal for the Summer holidays was to finally put her past behind her and confront her long dead arch nemesis, English poet, John Keats. The only way of doing so: barbecuing every text she st...
