Poles; a flash fiction piece.

‘I hope that’s okay’ she said leaning back on the backless stool but somehow keeping her balance.
‘it’s a lot to process’ he replied, and for once he was telling the full and frank truth. It hadn’t been the longest six months that they had been together and here she was with this news. He worried that he was about to bolt out of the bar and be gone forever but something kept him magnetised, as though him and the stool were magnetised poles.
He had to ask the question:
‘Have you thought about..?’
She cut him off before he had to force himself to explain.
‘Oh I could never…’
‘Good’.

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