Marian Benone Mihai
It must have been a few hours past midnight, as we are passionate about clocks, when, after drinking in some information from a puddle, Călin mounted and we set off at a slow pace through the hemp field that stretched before us, at the edge of the forest. His lanky body barely keeping itself in the saddle, while his head was surrounded by a cloud of hemp smoke, which was simultaneously escaping from his nose and mouth, discussing something unintelligible with Jesus, aliens, and who knows who else. People looked at him blankly, believing him to be a savior.
Dan Banu
He had set off in search of Happiness, riding a wooden horse and carrying a tin sword at his side. The first thing that caught his eye was a sparrow, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. Then came a pair of clogs, five butterflies, an owl, a family of bees, a handful of fireflies. On the way, he realized that round Happiness doesn't exist, and that it is made up of tiny red berries, like pyracantha fruits. From that moment on, people started looking at him sideways because, instead of a head, he had grown a huge nest.
Dorin Vasile
When the horn sounds, the earth trembles under the onslaught of the attack. Infantry, hunters, cavalry, and red hussars alike, we advance as one. But when we reach the top, alas. Before us appears another redoubt full of Turks. A new Grivița battle lies ahead of Plevna battle. No one has warned us about it. Did the Second Section, tasked with reconnaissance and information, not know? Under the rain of bullets, very few understand what is happening to us. My horse carries me forward in a daze. Cut! shouts the director. Let's take it from the beginning.
(Translated by Miruna Baicu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.