Mom, where's dad's tape recorder? In the trunk with the vinyls up in the attic, my girl. In my precious little room where I drew turquoise dreams on the walls with magenta
felt-tip pens, time was patient. My life was only beginning. You sang Beatles songs, Queen, Bee Gees, I danced without
tomorrow and
cannot be. Together we knew love, lost lovers, we laughed, we cried. Your music was that special gift hat adolescence gives you. You receive it and it's only years later that you understand what you were given.
Strawberry fields forever.
(Translated by Cristina Fliter / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In March 2022, the group has 8,050 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.
