I was born in a building darker than the night. The armchair was watched by the peachy lamp light. Clenched in contemplation, I was allowed to slip from my synapses into the palatine veil, then, famished, it swallowed me. Who would have imagined a tiny thought could fall prey to a pulse stuck between her dill petals. He lay on the weeping petal, caught in the tightness of the rhythmic sheath. I put Him on my wings and flew with Him into the darkness of her retina. The eyes flashed with longing. I left them behind, riding on her lonely whimper.

(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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