By Bogdan Dragos
she came out of the bathroom with
the pink towel wrapped
around her and found
him sprawled on the bed
very thoughtful
He held in his right hand
two bullets
that he constantly rubbed against each
other with a kind
of obsession
She jokingly said, “So, one for me
and one for you?”
“No,” he said. “One for everyone else in
the world but you and I.”
“Haha, nice,” she said. “Anyway, why do you
always carry those bullets
around?”
“Eh, no particular reason,” he lied
The bullets carried all the
reasons in the world. He
carried them in his pocket ever since seventh
grade when he was mere
steps away from using them on his
bullies
But then
one day
she just showed up and was nice
to him
and the depression became a little less heavy,
just enough to be carried through
the years of…
Daydreaming as a profession 