Hi, here is some more from Silent Friends, a psychological thriller I’m currently working on, dealing with a group of music students living in a country house and a tragedy that followed. At this point in the story, central character Gavin, a cellist, has just met one of the house people from twenty years ago and is struggling to cope.
Narrator = Gavin, Wife = Trudie, Daughter = Tamara, Figure from past = Philippa.
It’s late, past midnight. I haven’t told Trudie about Philippa yet. Trudie’s in bed half asleep, face turned away from mine. I get the impression she’s troubled about something, something unrelated to Tamara’s behaviour this afternoon. In past months, she’s hinted at a growing dissatisfaction with life, but she rarely talks about it.
Outside, waves splash against the cliff rocks. I hear the waves from our bedroom. They push into my thoughts and invade my dreams, growing in volume. I dream that huge crushing waves reach up to the top of the cliff, to the cottage, and wash Tamara and Trudie away.