21.09.2024

Titela Durnea
What would I do differently if I could live through that day again? I'd press \'send', replying with a yes, we would meet near the old fort, we take a stroll, playfully teasing one another, we'd stop to have a glass of wine to get rid of the awkwardness, then I would laugh loudly at his jokes, we would end up at his place, I would make love to him. Then I would wake up in the morning with his hand groping my left breast, I'd brew coffee while he'd fry some eggs, he'd look at me adoringly and tell me: stay, forever. I would look out the window and see the snowdrops. Yeah, I definitely wouldn't change a thing about that day.

Adina Colțea
Every evening the child sat gazing out the window, shuddering as she read what was written in the stars. In fact she daydreamed and weaved stories with the loom of her heart. Meanwhile Cătălin was calling her with playful intentions but she didn't even turn to look, that's how little she cared. But when the stars whispered that he would like to hold her in his arms, she hastily put on her spring vestments and ran to the grove. Cătălin was waiting for her there, by the fountain, smiling mischievously, phone in hand. He unlocked the screen with a star-shaped drawing and showed her his astral profile.

 Bogdan Sebastian Burjan
Swipe left, left, left, right, it's a match. That was easy. 2 profiles that fit together like puzzle pieces. You could see a bit of belly there, under the shir. But she found him cute. She was thrilled. He texted and replied almost instantly. He always knew the right thing to say. Cultured language, a rich vocabulary. Ocasionally he would even write complex sentences. She had never spent this much time talking through text before, even on mIRC. And he kept impressing her. Wanna go out, he asked at one point. Let's not go on a date. Let's stay like this. It's still spring. I want to keep dreaming, she replied.

(Translated by Bogdan Nicola / 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 April 2024, the group has 12,860 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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