just a bad dream. For now… by Bogdan Dragos

the door opened suddenly and it hit the poor dog who scowled and got out of the way before the woman entered "Oh, for fuck's sake!” she shouted Her hands were busy with shopping bags. They looked heavy and she looked tired and quite pissed and grew even more pissed when she laid eyes on her husband, in the living room, sprawled on the couch, buried under cigarette ashes and empty beer cans The house smelled of singed hairs from his knuckles and arms. Even burnt skin and clothes The small holes in his shorts looked like crawling cockroaches fighting over the crumbs in his lap He greeted his wife with a deep belching sound and closed his eyes "What the hell you doing?” she yelled, loud enough to make him open his eyes "Dying,” he said "What?” "Dying.” "Listen here, you piece of shit, I left the house hours…