Good evening. How fortunate to find you so late in this damned rain. Good evening, get in. He cheerfully sat on the passenger seat. We were late and it got dark. How's the cab business going, is it ok? I believe you prefer working nights since there's no much traffic, right? The driver nodded lightly. They drove in silence for a while but then he realized the city lights were slowly dimming behind. Have you got the wrong way? The car stopped next to a forest. Do you really not remember me? I thought I was your favorite, father.
(Translated by Mihaela Guţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.