Today I crossed the Cișmigiu with a harras of thoughts and feelings galloping around me. I stopped and watched the sunset as if I had all the time in the world. I know that every word that I write here will be transcribed. I feel as if the words are torn off my soul, like a patch from a healed wound. They all nicely take their seats, like in a theatre. They can't wait to be spoken and shudder like horses before a race. We will act out this play together, as if we had all the time in the world.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
