From the moment I step into our house, I become her husband again. I drive away the incendiary images with Ana and take my wife in my arms. I am not making the mistake of being too loving. It would mean just being an amateur. Instead, I compliment her food even though it tastes weird. She smiles strangely at me. It looks more like a grin. Maybe it's just me. Her image fades and terrible cramps throw me to the ground. Did you like it? She asks me as she throws the rest of the food in the trash. I did it just for you. Choke on it, love.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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