29.12.2024

Monica Bologa
 We tried to save our marriage for quite a few months at the time. We tried the very best we knew, the very best we could. The silence within the walls of our home grew thicker and thicker, like dough left out to rise, and it grew so much so it became a wall onto which we scribbled our misery. Then, one night, I had a dream in which I was told salvation would come from a man. The next day, we went out into the world to look for him together. After about three moths we finally found him; we found him growing inside my womb. We went home and stopped searching for anything else. Flowers were now growing on the wall.

Radu Gramatovici
  How is it then, doc? Look at that. Brilliant. Who's that man? I can't tell you; all that matters is that his blood is perfect. You said I'd need fresh blood for the rest of my life to stay young. What if he goes missing, where will you get your blood from then? He won't. As long as I shall live, he shall too. I sure hope it'll work because I've thrown a ton of money into your research. It won't look that good for you. In fact, you don't look so good either. You're white as hell. What happened to you? You could probably use some of that blood yourself too, ahahaha.

 Iulia Biro
Just leave me alone already, it's no fun picking this one. I've still got half a catalogue left, why should I rush? Brother, I don't want to hear about the drunkards' children you're talking about, why don't you, for one, pick a load of work for little points and then, when you come back down to Earth, get back to gaining the remaining points in your next life. Look at this one, he sounds promising: an orphan since early childhood, who was adopted, then brought right back to the orphanage, because those fellows had a kid of their own. How many points would I get for this dreadful fate, 2000 perhaps? Well damn, I'll get to go right to Heaven and stay there forever too. One life and I'd be done, I'd have earned my spot.

(Translated by Diana Gabriela Radu / 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.

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