I rest my forehead on the cold mirror of the elevator and I don't know if I'm going up or down anymore, I swallowed the white flag a long time ago, I'm ready to pluck it from my lungs, to wave it while breathing upside down, I'm searching for an emotion like the flame of an explosion, one that would suddenly ignite me, make my insane actor who stays quiet in front of all the other
hellowhoareyouI'mfine blood boil, give me a living man, I'll just paint him, how are you feeling, I'll ask him, and he'll answer plainly - I'm learning how to love, to catch his soul at least in the painting, so that it won't get lost along the way.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
