Twelfth Night

Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
I was lying in the grass, covered in blood, watching a black cloud. I had the feeling that it was a curse, but I wasn't sure if it was coming or leaving. I could hardly breathe, but each breath of air was a joy for my lungs. Scarcely had I closed my eyes, that the cloud turned into fire. Now I knew, it had come to burn me. I tried to remember the spell my grandmother used to tell me, but I couldn't and then I asked her to beg the spirits to open a gate for me. That's how the horse dealer found me and threw a bucket of water on me.

Ioana Epure
On Sunday night, God's taking a rest, calls Peter, come with me, we have to talk. Hearing these words, Peter's feathers freeze. Yes, Lord, I'll grab a jug of nectar, and he appears, as submissive as he was. Peter, how shall we divide the people we created? By zodiac sign? Lord, what are you talking about? Peter, they are links with the stars, the moon, so that they'd have some illusions, or beliefs, that depends, don't you understand? Why do they hurt each other and then call for me, Peter? I don't know, but you made them, you kill them.
 
 Titela Durnea
Monday, March 1^st. It's midnight. He tiptoed inside the room not to wake them up. He forgot about the snowdrops. Cigarette, thoughts, sleep. Tuesday. He took them to tennis today. Don't forget the tests on Thursday. Cigarette, thoughts. Friday. He stopped by the bank, they granted him a loan. He will take them to the beach on the 1^st of May. Cigarette, sleep. Sunday. He's lying on the bed. Thoughts. Would it be enough for Daiana's surgery? He's gazing at her. She has such beautiful lips. Cigarette, thoughts. Days and nights pass by one after another. 12^th of March. Paycheck. The medical test results came out. I must quit smoking.

(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)