I don't believe in reincarnation, I believe or let's say, I'd like to believe, in a continuation of myself, in our continuation, as an extension of my soul, in a green grass or a tree. We rot or they throw our ashes in the orchard and from there, from us who become dirt, grow whole fields of daisies and poppies. They had buried my grandpa under the apple tree, and now there were daffodils there. I was sitting quietly in the sun, from the old house moving pots and familiar voices could be heard. The children beat the ball. They had laid down to the all the flowers. Who's the winner?
Andra Toropoc
I adored her, we were childhood friends. I went to high school, me to Lipatti high school, she to Zoia high school, and I was dreaming to declare my love with my music on her lyrics. We began to see each other less frequently, I was practicing for competitions and she teamed up with other boy for the Frunza[1] championship, he was always with her on the apartment block. I was angry, I couldn't play Bach like I used to and through my open window I could hear cheers. The two were kissing passionately on the improvised podium. I shed my tears screaming on the keys the winner takes it all. Then my heart became a well tempered harpsichord and I won.
[1] Frunza (Leaf) is a team game for children.
Nicolae Popescu
Pricop comes home at 1 o'clock in the night. Vera begins to scold him immediately: Were have you been? Pric drank champagne, he has courage to say: aaa, I admit I went to Gilda. I tell you honestly, she is on another league at everything, even at food. She makes meatball soup better than you. Vera smiles: Yes, she came this morning to ask me for a portion, to put it to the sufertaș[1] for Panfil. So tell me, did she want to have sex in the missionary position once again? Pric looks at her with wide eyes: How do you know this? You fool, why do you think Panfil wants to see me, for the meatball soup?
[1] Sufertaș - an assembly consisting of several dishes placed one on top of the other and fixed on a device with a handle in which the hot food is transported.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.