Girl, I wasn't drunk. As soon as we were alone in the room, he came to me. I could see his hungry wolf eyes and I didn't know whether to tremble with desire or fear. He slid a warm hand on the back of my neck, as if wanting to kiss me or something. I took a step back to make it look like I was running a little, \'cause men are hunters. Okay, fine, because I could look at him in a sexy way too and because he was too close, I didn't want to have a squint. When I took another step, I felt my legs turn to water. You know, my ankles have been shaking up ever since I sprained them. I fell on top of him and we both ended up in bed.
Monica Bologa
As soon as we entered the park, I took his hand. My gesture interrupted his speech about God knows what constellations, lifting his words into the air like soap bubbles. We walked silently down the alley, focused on the touch of our hands. At one point he started to hop, without letting go of my hand. I didn't know whether to laugh or skip back home. I asked him why he did that, he said it was out of happiness. Three years later, I found out he was so nervous that he'd pissed himself that day.
Magdalena Daminescu
What a wonder, those lines were just real, age mattered no more. I was so elated, I couldn't wait to tell my husband, it seemed I could already see him taking me in his arms, kissing me and maybe even going out somewhere to celebrate. When he walked in, I told him. He was stunned and then he started wailing over that he was too old to be a father and he didn't feel up to it, to raising another child. I couldn't believe he was serious, I was still smiling when he told me to get rid of the baby.
(Translated by Florina Georgiana Țîncu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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