I'm on the balcony, hanging out laundry to dry. Rust is trickling down the wall from the wet nails. The sight is captivating, I take a photo on the phone. I got a message from my daughter. She is studying at a classmate. I text her good luck. Her classmate has just went live filming herself while removing a pimple in the mall bathroom. I see her father walking up the alley with angel wings. I prey he won't say anything important. Upon entering, he goes: Baby, even in tracksuit, you are the most beautiful woman on earth. And I believe him.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / 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.