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Magnetic Freaks

It’s strange how things work between us. Like some weird magnetic freaks, we’re drawn to one another.

I’m not sure we ever had a choice. We’ve come together and apart more times than I can count.

It’s that connection that pulls me across the room, a cartoon scent hooking me and reeling me in. The atmosphere between us thickens. The sparks must be palpable. 

For a second our eyes lock and the buzz of conversation falls away. This is the moment, over and over again, prefacing every story we have. 

Reading my mind it seems, you pull me closer.

Word Count: 99
For Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge