Yo guys, what's up, you there yet? Roger. Here, boss, just going down the stairs, Aldrin's recording me, dunno what Roger you're talking about, he's not with us, maybe he's in bed with your wife hehe. It's really dusty here, boss, Aldrin keep your eyes on me, big guy. This dude's recording parrots or whatever the hell, stop poking me, oh, yeah, one small step for mankind, a giant leap, check this out dude, look to your right, these guys set up a bar, well I'll be damned. Banging business with route 66, Chuck Norris was here. Yes, sir, one quick drink and we're heading back.
Ana Maria Butuza
Her husband loved drinking more than her. There wasn't a tavern he wouldn't stumble into. One day, he didn't come out anymore; she found him there, poor thing, with the glass clenched between his fingers. She took him straight to the edge of the cemetery, with the priest and the gravedigger. There was no one left to mourn him. Just her and perhaps the wild horse grazing about, softly snorting as if it wanted to tell her something. Night after night ever since, she'd hear him neighing at the window, and every time she approached the pane, the horse would trot away towards the cemetery.
Iulia Biro
The earth trembled. Windows rattled and shattered. Grandma called to tell me that a shelf in her trinket cabinet had collapsed onto the one below and shattered all the porcelain filigree she was gifted when she was a teacher. Yes, she was still alive. I looked out the living room window and could no longer see the horizon towards Oradea; something had covered it. Two furry hands appeared from above, lifted the terrace restaurant across the street, and threw it into the Someș River. People on the terrace were screaming like crazy. Godzilla nightmare, I'm telling you.
(Translated by Andreea-Nicoleta Ban / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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