They sat shoulder to shoulder in the sand, looking out at the beautiful vista before them: dark, tumbling, forboding thunderheads rolling in from the ocean. The breeze cooling and changing with the forecast, tossing their hair about. Their mood was sombre, the desire to speak at a minimum. They had shared everything they had come to share. Now they sat both in their own private world, absorbing the state of affairs.
"We should go in..." One offered.
"Hmmm..." She got up, absentmindedly, dusting the sand off her pants. She held her hand out to the other, but did not meet their eyes. She took her hand that was offered, searching her friends face as she got to her feet. Past the layer of defence she could see grief and pain. Although she knew she was just the messenger, somehow she wished she could take back some of the words, or maybe take on some of the burden her friend bore. Maybe at a later stage, once the shock wore off.
They walked back to the car in silence, heavy drops of rain splashing down, soaking through and plastering their thin summer shirts to their backs.
(to be continued...)
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