A Place with More Meaning by Bogdan Dragos

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“One day

I drank 29 cups of

coffee,” she said

“Yeah,” he said, “I’ve

no doubt.

“It was my attempt at

suicide,” she said

“Yeah. I’ve no

doubt.”

“There’s free coffee at

work,

so I took advantage. My

boyfriend died

that way, you know? He

was a truck

driver

so he used coffee and

energy drinks to

help him drive at night.

I don’t know how many

he had that night,

but his heart

exploded.

And I thought, you know,

if I die in the

same way, perhaps I will

be taken to the same

place as him.

It just didn’t work for

me.

I know you think this

is, like, so naive,

but when you’re drowning in

grief like I was… even

the afterlife

starts to make sense.

That’s when you

believe most in fantasy. I

even believed in

God, like all the people who

reach their death

beds.”

“You don’t believe

in God now?” he asked

She offered a swift shrug

in reply. “My boyfriend

didn’t. So if God does

exist, he’s

in hell right now. Therefore,

I’d prefer for

God not to exist.”

“But if God doesn’t

exist

then neither does heaven,”

he said

“I didn’t say anything

about heaven.

Just a place. A place that is

no longer in this

reality. It doesn’t have

to be heaven or hell. Just

not here, you know?”

“Yeah,” he said. “A place

with more…

meaning. Where you’ve

a clear

reason to exist. Unlike

here.”

She nodded

The coffee

was ready

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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 Daydreaming as a profession.

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