I had just left the North Railway Station in the July heat, carrying after me that orange leather trunk. I couldn't find a car, a bus, a tram, anything. Everything seemed shut down by the terrible heat wave. In the trunk I carried only some heavy books. In a cellophane wrap. All gifted to me. And plates. Also gifted. At some point, an Uber appeared from somewhere. I climbed inside and left. Once in my new home, I smoked a cigarette. Then I neatly arranged the plates in the bookcase. After that, I put the books in my kitchen cupboards.
Paul Dârvariu
I, the Undersigned, Tăgârță Tudorel known as Teteu heareby declare that what happent was not rape, but free consensual secs as the Undersigned, I, was smoking on the porch when the Accuser Frosa Sâmbureac hit me up to fix her fens in the scorching heat and the Undersigned said I donnt have hat \'cuz I forgot it at the Hunchbacked Guy I repaired her fens and the Accuser called me in for an ice cream and a big brandy then it happent I hearby attach the weather forecast from the 13th of July and the selfies of the Accuser where you can see clear that all buttons in her robe were undone.
Alina Ilie
Dressed in a recycled bottle gown, Greta enjoyed her bio vegan cereal with oat-milk in her firefly-lit room. It was 50 degrees outside, but because of the system (functional thanks to solar energy picked up by the panel covering the building) of sweat recirculation/ purification, working on all bodily fluids, the chamber provided her with all the comfort. The view outside the window saddened her, so she picked up a graphite pencil and a recycled piece of paper and wrote: I propose a new meeting with the world's higher ups.
(Translated by Ioana Grințescu / 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.