Every night, I prayed fervently that God would bring me parents, too. When they took me from the Center, I knew my life was going to change. The red lit up hallway smelled damp. We were greeted by a fancy lady, dressed up in velvet and lace with a cigarette between her thick, lipstick covered lips, with a hoarse voice. She will be your mommy from now on, the gentleman that I believed to be a priest pushed me gently from behind, and I looked, frightened, at the lady that accompanied us. And that is your daddy, she told me, smiling coldly, pointing to a leather whip.
Florina Hegedüs
Mommy is school, daddy is the roll book. Mommy is the Homeland, daddy is her beloved ruler. Go forward, comrades. Mommy is Libertatea[1], daddy's a cell in the slammer. And rock, Riders On The Storm, man. Mommy is the wedding ring, daddy is, well, let me show you a Twist and Shout. Mommy is the immigrant, daddy is dor[2] . Come on, one two three, The Logical Song. Mommy is fear, daddy is the long-gone momentum. Oh, Words Don't Come Easy. You can find more mommies and daddies in movies, in books. Oh, lest I forget, of course they have children.
[1] A newspaper that appeared in Romania after the 1989 Revolution.
[2] The Romanian word "dor" is an untranslatable term that refers to a sentiment of deep longing for something or someone. The English \'longing' comes close in meaning.
After a year's absence they greeted me happily. I greeted them and told them about my asceticism. They didn't frown or ask anything; I only felt love from them. I was ashamed that I had been gone for so long, but the pace at which I lived and worked gave me the excuse not to have traveled the distance between us. When I lit the first candle, I burned my index finger badly. Then I did feel them scolding me, with love and warmth. From the picture on the cross, they both winked at me.
(Translated by Alina-Alexandra Șovar / 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 July 2024, the group has 13,200 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, Monica Aldea, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.