It is high time I wrote you these lines. I did not love you from the very beginning. When you showed up into my life, I felt your maliciousness. You used to piss me off with your locks of hair, your ruffled dresses and your giggles. You would walk into a room and everyone's mouth would drop in awe. When you stole what I loved the most, I cursed you. I reached the age of wisdom. I don't hold a grudge anymore. Love him as I would have loved him. As for me, sister, since the day you ran away with Igor, I remained the same: an old maid.
Sanda Burță
She kept telling you that God is not a typesetter that turns around people's lives, but you did not listen to her and left. That was when she died. All people die when you leave them, they wander around and talk, but they are still dead. You should tell him that I could not wait any longer, she told me sighing yesterday and that was all. I barely lit the candle when the tiles fell and went to dust. Don't touch them, so what if it rains in the house? That is where her soul must have ascended, and I am going through there as well.
Vlad Mușat
Amalia is going to live with her mother, and I struggle to make terms with the situation. Her suitcase is half opened. Among the clothes, slightly covered by my Nirvana T-shirt, there is a book. The Giant Turnip, my daughter's favorite story. I feel a lump in my throat. My father used to read this book to me. Is this book cursed? I am talking nonsense. Wake me up when September ends. I answer the phone. Hello. Yes, it's me. I am sorry, I forgot about the biopsy results, I have been extremely busy. Yes, exactly, it looks like a radish.
(Translated by Andreea Cuprian / 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 Ficțiuni Reale.