09.09.2024

Horațiu Dudău
In the beginning, people were swearing at him. Closed the door in his face. Some even called the police. The children avoided him, frightened. He had that same walk, hurried and with his head hanging low, as if he was looking for something. After a while, they started to get used to it. They knew it was him ringing the bell. He had his specific way. They opened and told him it was the wrong address. That she never lived there. Years on end, with shabby clothes, but shaved and his hair clean, he would go from block to block. Door after door. He gave the impression that he had lost an address once.

Cecilia Fofiu
Hello, I paid by cash yesterday. I personally chose it, the Lux Supreme model. You said you'd deliver it today, at 8 o'clock at Maramureșului, nr. 2, together with the trousseau and the person that will do the make-up. What do you mean misunderstanding, miss, what do you mean in two hours? What Mureș, lady, we are on Someș. Not the river, but what? The street. What street, \'cause you're making me stutter? Aha, it has already been delivered and unloaded in the basement of the house. Whose house? A kind man pointed to the cellar of the house on Mureșului 2? Wonderful, it is already 9 AM and at 1 PM we have to be at the chapel. Unbelievable.

 Ruxandra Coman
Hi, Body, I can still see you. I climbed up this stair to the sky and down there it's full of you. Look, I see you sitting on the river bank and washing the carpet on a small bench. You're singing. Do you remember when we met? I was wandering aimlessly, looking for a home, then I saw you. Hehe, look how much your legs were trembling when you took the entrance exam. You became naked, I see them washing you and mourning you. It's foggy. Oh, you'd enjoy dancing so much. Are you still there? Body? You're full of life, she told you, and this was a good thing. Where are you? I went up.

(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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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