Friendship

They met one another in some indescriptive place soaked wet by torrential rains and blinded by a dense mist that sucked not just their vision, but their strength and breath.
Sweat mingled with the rank odours from muddy pools and there was the sound of carcasses around gnawed and ripped apart by maggots and other vulterine beasts and the air filled with their ghastly sounds and stench.
Both men had no desire but to escape from this internecine no-man's land but each of them stood in the other's way.
They spoke different languages but fears, hopes and moods were brotherly alike. Tongues wouldn't move.
Eyes locked on one another. Long, intense, first mostly insecure and irked, gradually more apprehensively and with mutual respect.
In slow harmony they made a step aside to let the other through.
And while the men continued their tracks, throats cleared up to speak, smiles were exchanged, wishing the best and hoping to meet one another again in more felicitous circumstances...

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