Real Fiction / Dan Banu, Eduard Baranovski, Paul Dârvariu, translated by Claudia Garofina Greculeac: Clean Air

Dan BanuI turn off the light and wait. I can feel them scuttling around, hear their claws clicking on the parquet, trying to climb the bedposts. I feel them inside me, in my stomach, my blood, my brain. I switch on the lamp and hit with the crystal vase. There’s no one there. I turn on all the lights, go downstairs, step out …