I whispered from under the bare foot, the open palm and in the deaf ear, the nothingness that remains after the gone waves and they laughed. They threw me in the tent, among chimeras, sand and clumps of love and they took me home. I sat a while lost between the sheets, like an anchor. They'd sometimes find me, put me under the bare foot, in the open palm or at the deaf ear and would listen to me. When I ran out of secrets they put me in the memories books, on the top shelf. Then, because all the memories hurt, they forgot about me.
(Translated by Paula-Silvia Codescu / 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, setting their texts within the limit of 500 symbols (in Romanian language, so in English the limit might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise with an almost daily changed topic. 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.