Keith Flint

He stood in front of the fire. He had started it. He stood and watched the glow. All his books took aflame. His hands were now mangled to death and he turned and faced the pool. The safety sign said to be careful round the Mortality drain. He handed his library ticket to a hooded librarian and slipped.

“Was that Keith Floyd” said Patricia.

Eamon smiled and slipped away.

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