Remorses

George Dometi
He pretends to read a book, but he doesn't flip the pages, and they're getting damp. She goes out for fresh air, but she ends up sleeping with a guy from a hotel near the train station. They meet again for breakfast. He chokes down some bread with marmalade, while she tearfully sips from a cup. After they eat, they go to the hospital to retrieve their dead girl. She needs to be burried. She died two nights ago. Meningitis. God must account for the cries of their sweet child.
 
 Paul Dârvariu
My lovely chubby. That was all I said before she blew a fuse. She pushed me out of the way, grabbed her bra and panties from the bedsheets and locked herself in the bathroom. I tried to explain myself for nothin'. I said that I actually liked chubby girls, that I loved her to the moon and back and that I was serious about her, but she woudn't hear any of it. What a moron I was. She got out of the bathroom naked, mumbling: Go bang Angelina, she's not fat. I am done with you. Yo, who knows that girl, Angelina? Maybe you can hook me up. I'll make it rain with whiskey for you.
 
 Titela Durnea
The sun rises everyday. It goes up on the sky, giving life or wiping it out, then it goes down into darkness. Nea Timofte gets up everyday, burdened by his worries as he sits on the bench in front of the hovel, with his restless palms. He takes a breath of fresh air and spits out his dark thoughts, hoping it might cleanse his soul. He looks at the gravel road with a steady gaze. Everyday for twenty years. Ever since he lost control of his damned hand. He ascended to the sky and descended like the lightning of Elijah, striking Saveta's heart.If only he would look up just once, he might see her.

(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)