I’m working on a new psychological thriller, Silent Friends, about a group of music students. Here, central character Gavin (cello) reflects on what has been.
Keiran rings off and I stand by the seawall, watching the water join the horizon and the evening turn to night. Another day drawing to a close. I think of the old saying, red at night, shepherd’s delight. Red in the morning, shepherd’s warning. The temperature drops. The beach is empty, the moonlight still on the sand. Strains of the Requiem I attempted to compose for the others blend with Aidan’s accusatory whispers. His face imprinted on my mind. His skin is pale and his eyes full of torment and fear. He is young and doesn’t want to die, even though he and Philippa are obsessed with death.