My mother died just as the first scream flew out of my lungs to the world. She left quietly, stripped of her pulse and feelings, knowing that she was leaving behind a loyal copy, which, panting through the snowdrifts., would make its initiatory path to maturation and reunification. What my mother didn't know was that I was terribly scared. I'm afraid of life. The doors close. The children are running outside. The hair spreads like cocoa powder on the bathroom tiles. The colors fade under my eyelids. I don't know where I am. And what will I be tomorrow.

(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 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 Ficţiuni Reale.

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