To reach the roof of his palm, he would make a ladder with the fingers of one hand and then climb up with the other. Ewww, it's so dusty in here," she squeaked slightly. From memories, he defended himself, dust always settles on them. Do you keep your memories in the palm of your hand? Yes, there's no room in my head. You don't raise pigeons here, she chirped. No, I just suck them out of my mouth. After she smoothed the lines in her palm, her slender fingers again made delicate scales, reaching up her arms, down her chest, and then lower and lower, but in a different story.
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / 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 2021, the group has 6.400 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. 
