My saint is drunk and staggering. Alone, we walk the wire home. I'm 6 years old, I worship my father. Today, we dance absurdly. I hold his hand to one side. Don't fall, don't fall. When he leans toward me, I push him. With the shoulder, the head, with everything. When it comes off, I pull it back as much as I can. I'm half small. Step, push, step, pull, step, it hurts. Don't fall, we'll stay down. Home is far away. No one sees the ascent of a weeping kid, with his saint behind him. The kind of show, reality. Alcoholic episode with repetition. Delete.

(Translated by Bianca Dumitru / 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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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.

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