Little girl, where have you scratched the corner of your soul? There are no thorns on your way. Just trodden dust. Even your knees are bruised. You rushed. At least you're not lost. Unburden yourself and be happy. But she wasn't. She didn't know how to. Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Gathering roses to give to the queen. The chorus was upsetting her. She gave up her littleness too easily. She had hoped to master the art of waltzing in high heels. Her bloody heels confirmed she at least had tried. Maybe she needed another dancing floor. Barefoot, a little girl was waltzing with a wave.

(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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 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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