There was an inkwell on my mother's desk. My sharp heart must have been hidden there. When I left the world, I swallowed the inkwell, taking with me the inflatable hut. Step, step, shy, through the universe, I bumped into his bold smile. I wrote stories in his soul, with hope soaked in ink. I set my cottage in the middle of his heart, a haunted forest. At first he made the fire of passion in the fireplace, and a few sunsets later, he carelessly broke my windows. Bitter inkwell. I'm looking for a forest without drylands.

(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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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 almost daily. 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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