I don't know how, but I am reborn every morning. I am giving birth to myself. The light is my midwife. I'm growing quickly in my mind. Before time gets ripped away from me, I run to bring back all the childhood moments. I arrange them. Good. I place the books I've read over them. I'm climbing. My son's toys. I'm climbing. I stack some movies as well, on which I sprinkle the sacred monsters of the Romanian theatre. I'm climbing. A Romanian blouse. A picture with the parents. I'm climbing. A stethoscope. I arrive on the top, at the legs of the painting. I kiss her. The tears burn my mouth. My grandma, is she well? She smiles. She's waiting for me tomorrow too.

(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / 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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