Real Fiction / Florina Hegedüs, Ana Ludușan, Vlad Mușat, translated by Andreea Sorana Oltean: At Your Window, Late

Florina HegedüsIt’s a game. Me, him, we are neighbours. With natural routine, we smile at each other if we cross paths. I like him, even though, when he busies himself around the yard, he seems preoccupied, hurried, distant. Like a solitary tree. I imagine myself as a butterfly brushing against his leaves. He always slips red …