Magnetic

“Are you alone because you’re waiting for someone?” he asked, climbing up on the bar stool beside Doe and waving at the bartender. “Or have they come and gone again?”

She ignored him, instead concentrating on stirring the ice cubes in her almost-empty glass.

“Or is it something else?” he asked. “Did you push to hard or pull too close or burn that bridge? Or maybe you just neglected it long enough for it to fall to ruin?”

The bartender set a couple of drinks down.

“A little of all those,” Doe said. “But that last one most of all.”

Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.

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