There were good days too. When his father was lying. Dead drunk, his mother said, spitting towards the bed, but he knew he wasn't dead, he was just drunk, and he'd get up again and rip his filthy bitch mouth out. As you sow, so shall you reap, his father yelled, and then he decided to be an orphan. It happened one night. His father was tearing his mother's filthy mouth apart, he closed his eyes and poof, when he opened them, his were gone, only the floor was full of screaming and yelling. A full bucket he gathered. He made layers, he sowed, many people would want a garden like his.
Mihaela Suciu
They giggled as they passed the two. At their age, not a bit over 20, to sit in the garden all day, draining, sowing, digging? She hid her hair beneath a dirty handkerchief, her shapeless body beneath her baggy overall. He, bare-chested, tattoos mingled with dirt, was working hard. What the hell are they doing there? Instead of having fun, are they putting potatoes in? No, roses like a grandma, laughed a stingy blonde. The long leaves astonished them. Let's sow some too. Just then the police came. The two were gone.
Aurelian Țolescu
She had ended up in a private clinic, a luxury home for the elderly, where she was recovering with difficulty after a stroke. Her cognitive problems were serious, and she was with me in the real world for 5 minutes at most. Then she would go into other dimensions and tell me fantasies. She resembled a lot to her sister. One day, she was happy to see me and brightened up by looking in the mirror on the wardrobe, smiled and told me she was so glad her sister came with me. It was the last time she had seen her in her imagination.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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