Real Fiction / Monica Bologa, Anca Chimoiu, Monica Aldea, translated by Carmen Badea: IR 1234 Train

Monica BologaMy seat is right by the window. A striking stranger sits across from me. I try to read, but he stares at me – bold, unwavering. My eyes keep snagging on the same word. I can’t turn the page. I glance out the window, pretending to watch the scenery, though I see nothing. He’s still looking at me. The tunnel is …