Flash Fiction: A friend

"I like the way you keep a small circle," she tells me.

The smaller the circle, the deeper the friendships.

I let that thought stay a thought and just smile. That's because she has a very big circle of friends and I wonder how deep our relationship really is. I sometimes feel like she considers me to be just another one of many. Time will tell, I suppose.

"Is there anyone in my circle of friends who you don't want me to be connected with?" She asks a question I really hoped she would.

"Well, now that you've asked; I don't like the way Luke acts around you."

I must have hit the nail on the head, because she chops my head off.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"His actions are burdened with subliminal messages, it's hard to not notice," I say.

"What? That's ridiculous."

"And I expected you to empathize," I say.

"I won't stop seeing Luke. We've been friends way before I met you, and we still are good friends."

"Maybe that's the problem," I reply.

I get up and leave: the place and the relationship.

The smaller the circle, the deeper the friendships.

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