All winter long she has been running away from the cold and lonely room, wasting his time in a bar full of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He would forget about his unhappiness drinking cheap alcohol or writing poetry on sheets of paper that later he would throw away or crumple. Sometimes, he would read a poem to the audience for a glass of alcohol and they called him the drunks' poet. The girl at the bar liked him. She would take all of his fiction and, staying in her room in the evening, she would read them with her heart wide open for countless times, feeling as if she were in a real love story.
Sorin Rizeanu
The cars on the field were frozen. The wild dogs, half wolves, adapted to the radioactive circumstances. She's nervous and for a while she's driving the helicopter towards an apartment building that is still holding up. Ana, what the hell. I shouldn't have told he about the divorce in this moment. A loud sound started in the Geiger's contrary, we are already in the deadly zone of the Reactor 4. I check my costume and kit. I hugs me: I hope radiations will eat you alive. Ten minutes later, when I started bleeding through the skin, I realised she had cut the back of my costume.
Florentina Ghițescu
I have opened my heart in every possible way for you. You entered with curiosity and, after cluttering each room , you left. It wouldn't have been a problem if you hadn't taken the happiness and the smile. You left nothing but different thoughts, "why" questions, feelings of helplessness and a cold winter. Now, I trying step by step to repair my soul, to put on it new cloths made out of colors and rays of sunshine. I'm trying to light up every corner filled with spiders. The raindrops have started to appear. A new spring is here.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 Ficțiuni Reale.