“The silence grew and ebbed like the pulsing movement of a dying heart. Francis put his hands on his head. Mine had crept their way up my body and cupped my mouth, preventing air from escaping. Tremors ran through all of us.”  

Through a melancholic narrative, Liam Cogan leaves his reader yearning for solace and rethinking about life, death, and friendships.

Narrated by Melvin Kamau.

This story is in collaboration with The Written Circle, a publishing and curation platform that works with young authors and publishes their work. To know more about them visit www.thewrittencircle.com.