A Gypsy Dream
Fiction Friday
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17 min readMay 15, 2020
1924. Brasov, Romania
I was a prince. I am a prince. I was a prince.
I was born in a gypsy camp, on a daisy field outside the city of Brasov, near the place where the legends of Dracula were born. My father is the king of the gypsies in the area. My mother is his wife, the mother of his children. There are nine of us. We used to be fourteen brothers and sisters…