Costică, I can't find my grandpa's whip and harness. They were in our cellar. I have no idea, but what were you doing with them? Put them in the living room, in the rustic corner. The handcuffs you stole from the guard, you're putting them there too? I have another thing to do with them. I'll put them in the trunk. And the wine damn? Florica, take off my bag, I'm suffocating. What are you holding my hands with? Where am I, my feet are burning. What Grey, cricket, are you saying, you fool. What shadows, what red room? I haven't seen the film, don't punish me, don't whip me. I'd rather let you squeeze my pimple on my left buttock.

(Translated by Angelica Ioana Curcan / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.

0 comentarii