I've been a lion while I was a lion. Puppy, time's running out. Now I'm a stable hand. I beg your pardon. You were. Once. Now you're at the Mistress's, barks Bark, as I'm going off the deep end and snapping out of reality. The rascal. Allow me to introduce him to you, since he's been noticed. Curly is the only brain cell I have left. Friends, buckle up. When I don't catch him in it. That's when his tongue gets all wavy and sweary. We're all crying out our desires, I tell him, my mind in my head and my eyes almost full of tears.
Iulia Biro
Grig, sit. Come here, Grig. Sit next to Mommy. Leave the gentleman's pants, leave. Hey, damn, see what you did? You made me beat you with a newspaper. Who's been a bad boy, who? Sit nice here. You've got red marks on your ass, but look how good those leather thong panties look on you, uhuu. Excuse us, that's what he does when he's got the hots for someone, he'll run up the man's leg or climb up his back. I thought he was better trained, but now I see he's not ready for this club yet. Say something, Grig. Uh-huh? Did I tighten your collar too tight?
Dorin Vasile
When I went through security, I didn't even think Gabriela's lover would come out the gate. He knew me from a photo, he ran as soon as he saw me. With impossible leaps we run over the buildings, firing dozens of bullets per second, trapped in the matrix. Green lights cast shadows on the walls. I reach for it, but out of a black Dacia springs a little creature and slams a bag over my head. Scrawled on the sidewalk, I catch a glimpse through the car's window of a porcelain dog shaking its head disapprovingly.
(Translated by Victor Albei / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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