The Law of Luck by Bogdan Dragos

A young man with a bloody beaten up face and his fists raised at face level
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the last bar brawl

left him without

a chunk of his

upper lip

and a nose busted

beyond recognition

now his whole face

was swollen

like he was

wearing a

cheap rubber mask

his opponent

used brass knuckles

it seemed. Getting shot

probably wouldn’t have

hurt as much

but luckily he

kept his


Actually the teeth were fake

from another


but at least they didn’t

come off

It was a weird sort

of luck

And the law of luck was

what he believed in

and he theorized about

it whenever he

got drunk

or high on his prescription


“A balance has to

be maintained,” he said. “This

thing is sacred. An’ I’ll

fight everybody

who says it ain’t so!”

Likely a lot

of people

said it ain’t so

“There’s a sacred balance

in the universe.

You cannot have a streak

of bad luck

without being balanced

with a streak of

good luck


It’s the law!

And not knowing the law

doesn’t mean you

aren’t affected by it. But I know.

And I’m ready

for the good luck.

I got this messed up face,

I got my car towed,

my mom threatens to kick

me out of the house,

My dog is sick,

My girlfriend left me. Well, actually

I left her

when I found out

that she was with me

just because she wanted

to fuck my dog.

She fucked my dog more

than she fucked me.

Also I’ve this weird pain

in my liver. My hairline is


I’ve debts I didn’t even

know about, I’m not

sure but I think

I got herpes. The other day I

tried to fix the bathroom

door and broke it

further, now it’s beyond

repair. Mother has

to look at me

in the bathroom as I take

a shit.

I feel like a dog. Only, the

dog gets more

action than I

do apparently.

Yeah, it’s fucked. My life

that is.

So that means I’m ready. Oh, I

am so damn ready!

It’s time for the

streak of good luck

to roll in. I’m right here

waiting for the

law to fulfill itself.”

He sat in a chair

and waited

as he sucked at a can

of beer

The dog vomited on

the carpet

at his feet

“More bad luck,” he said. “No


It only means that

the good luck that’s to

come will be even


to tip the balance

as the law says.”

He waited and waited

until the waiting itself

became part of

the streak of

bad luck

and that only raised his

hopes higher

At 01:26 into the


the phone rang.

It was the local police

informing him

that his mother was involved

in an accident

and her chances of survival

were minimal

He hung up

and laughed

“Finally!” he said. “The streak

of good luck



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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18 Comments Add yours

  1. jsimpsonpoet says:


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    1. Thanks! (・◡・)

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  2. I like a good theorist…….

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    1. Me too :))
      And there’s but one small step from good theorist to terrorist…

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      1. After all they both end in ‘ist’…….

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  3. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s eerie piece has a hope against hope side to it. Balancing out the good and bad is something we’ve all done and in different ways in our lives. But how we see things is up to us. What’s good for one could be bad for the other. What really matters is keeping count and recognizing the wins and the losses. The heart and mind reconcile the way we desire them to.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thank you! (°◡°♡) .:。

      The heart and mind may not agree on a lot of things, but luck and the need of it sure brings them both on the same page again :))

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  4. butungislayp says:

    Another disturbing entry here, Bogdan. I love the rhythm of this piece 💜

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    1. Oh, big thanks for giving it a read!

      〜٩( ╹▿╹ )۶〜


  5. Kirsten says:

    Whew, that was some real bad luck… Made me smile at the end. Great write and read!

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    1. Thank you!
      ε=ε=ε=ε=┏(  ̄▽ ̄)┛

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      1. Kirsten says:

        You’re welcome. Always a pleasure! 🥰

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  6. jonicaggiano says:

    Hello my friend. You know there is a saying in the South, “Bad luck always comes in threes.” There is a lot of sadness in this piece because unfortunately what you write sounds so “out there” to some but there probably are a lot of people that have had terrible things happened to them, like the character in your story. There are a lot of people that have just sad lives. I loved the ending too. I mean even though I read your work, you still manage to catch me off guard all the time. Just amazing really. Great story Dragos!!

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    1. ( ✪ワ✪)ノ Thank you!

      I have to agree to that saying from the South :))
      There definitely are a lot of people out there who just have sad lives and need to cope somehow. I like to think that coming across poetry like this infuses one with feelings of “Hey, I’m not alone in this!” or something like that. It can’t solve their problems, of course, but if it just gives them a new perspective from which to stare at them, then I believe it’s a nice first step 🙂

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  7. Loved your writing from the first time I read you…This is edgy, philosophical and sadly feels too true… You are a twist I never see coming!!

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    1. (っ╹◡╹)っThank you, Karima! Very much appreciated 🙂

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      1. My pleasure…really:)

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