What comes after a stop. If it's a book, the soul stashes it on its shelf. If it's an art film, thoughts proceed to hold a meeting. If it's a wine, it puts a smile on one's face. If it's me, it's resuscitation. An intoxicating waltz between the smell of brimstone and the fragrance of chrism. Tar soles and footsteps lost in Eden. Horror and thrill. With my soul in pieces, I open my eyes. It's a boy. I shudder like fire on water. In its soul, the heart never forgets. At night, for a few minutes, it reminds me to pause. To watch my
clay-made heaven.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
