12.08.2024

Laura Stanciu
I haven't made up my mind yet, Dad. I am only thirty years old. It's not like I'm going to get married right now. Well, my boy, I'm only asking about your life so you wouldn't get involved with someone prematurely. I love your Mom, don't get me wrong, but I want to teach you how to stay out of troubles. Be careful not to make any mistakes. That's what I mean. Your actions could put you in prison. Meaning? She introduces you to her folks? Stay away. You tell her you love her? That's not good. What if she asks you to prove it to her? Do you start imagining having a family and kids with her? What if she rushes you? Keep your mouth shut, otherwise you'll sign up for a life of debt and won't be able to get away.

Ștefan Florian
I wake up facing the wall, knees against my chest, a deep emptiness inside. Aside from the bitter taste in my mouth, everything is numb. I no longer have the strength to want to break away. I drink my coffee, the coffee scratches my chest, I choose not to think about the palpitations. I prepare for my family a few fried eggs, I go out, I come back for the stamp, hello, yes, I can give you half next week, that guy keeps putting off paying me too, when are you going to pay me the rest, let's grab a coffee sometime. I return home feeling empty, watch the kid, I have a webinar. Dad, can we play? Tomorrow, dear, today I'm tired.

 George Dometi
At 9 years old, he had already straddled the pillow, when he felt it. He hadn't yet started, when his eyes fell on the face of the Savior, in the icon hung above the nightstand. Faith stopped him. Then, for three years, he lay in nocturnal repentance and prayers for strength. Until he saw a Eve without her leaves while leafing through his father's FHM. His morality stopped him. Then, another two years of penance and self-control out of stoicism. But his puritanism didn't last long. He confined himself between the four walls of self-pollution. He was bound, wasn't he?

(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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 2024, the group has 12,800 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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