She was called Ana and she had a floral jacket. He was a brave, typically cheerful guy. When they parted for a little while, he would repeat her name obsessively: Ana, Ana, A-na. Out of joy but mostly out of nervousness, when they saw each other again, she tripped and fell. But he gave her his bike immediately and she got over it. Then, each of them grabbed their grandma by the hand and slowly headed for the park. At three years old, it's not that easy to cross the street. In the end, no one got hurt. Any resemblance to reality is possible.
(Translated by Carla Beţianu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.