23.03.2024
Florentina Ghițescu
Yesterday, my mother married my father, the man she had been living with for 50 years. Today, we buried her. My mother's first husband died in the war, shewas left a widow with a child. She followed all the customary rituals. She did not cry. She thought of the child she had to raise. Mother then married a boy from the village, he had two children. One day the storm came and lightning struck him in the field. Mother buried him. When father gave her a ring, she refused it, but when she felt death was near, she called the priest to wed them. Then she cried.

Cecilia Fofiu
Come on, don't be cross, give me those rings in the shed, you don't use them anyway. Look, I will trade you my transistor for 3 days, so you can listen to games. Ionică had begged for a week. I will give you the rings for free, but tell me what you want with them, concluded Mitru. This I can never tell you, even if you have me killed. Will you give them to me? Take them, you lunatic, you have driven me mad. In the alley, old Florica, blinded by the light at dusk, throws herself into prayer. Miracle. She crosses herself, staring piously at the poplar tree where Ionică, like Grecu, is levitating, crucified with the rings in his hands.

George Dometi
In the past, I was admitting 100 patients per hour, now with the machines and computers, I barely admit 5-6. The system is malfunctioning\', the health insurance card isn't working, errors. And the poor sick wait for hours. Why do you think it is called triage? If you get to me and I admit you, you are clearly alive, if not, my colleagues from autopsies will take you. Excuse me, I am here for a Gastric Banding. Am I waiting in the right place? Yes, ma'am. Just wait. And how will it be? Like a Holograf concert, but with blood and guts per kilogram.

(Translated by Ioana Grințescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 November 2023, the group has 12,090 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.

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