Two Bullets

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

“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

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 school

But of course
she didn’t need to know that. Only that
her boyfriend and future husband
was a guy with a passion for guns. Nothing

He put the bullets back in his
pocket and stood
“Well, guess it’s my turn now.”

He started pacing towards the
bathroom but
she stopped him. “No,” she said. “You should
not do it. You smell of gunpowder.
And you know I love that.”

(Bio: Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog at
He also has a book of poetry for sale at Amazon and in our Bookstore.)

10 thoughts on “Two Bullets

      1. “Few will admit it but, by far, the majority of individuals rather see a crime-gangster movie
        as opposed to a non-crime movie.” _-Van Prince

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      2. “In Life unfolding outta Nature
        to most Evil is more attractive than Good,
        it’s more exiting to go to a bar than to church!”_-Van Prince

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