The two "friends"........

Two friends were walking down an empty sunlit beach.  They didn’t talk to each other, for each time they tried; the conversation was born in their breath and died at their lips. It was beginning to get awkward, uncomfortable so their eyes focused on anything but each other. They just continued walking, shifting their glance from one thing to the next for what seemed like an eternity. Their mouth felt like sandpaper, their eyes were tired and weary and they didn’t care much about each other. Something had changed between them but why, how, when? We will never know until we ask ourselves this question, are they really worth being called friends?