The first short story I published in English:
January, Monday. The third Monday of January and the most depressive day of the whole year. Not for me, of course, but you felt it so, didn’t you? The melancholy of the just gone holidays, taking away the visits of the ones dear to you… You couldn’t really trace its root. Was it the emptiness and desolation of the silent house, the acknowledgement of the fact that you had to go back to work, the no longer cheerful cold or the feeling of acceptance that, again, the magic had failed to spark?
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The entire story here: November 2014, Egophobia 42
Versiunea în română: Fantastica de primăvară, 2014
alexandru lamba 
