Luciferic father, I'm leaving. I'll go out into the world. I've heard of a place where there's only milk and honey. Why do we stay here and not there? It's full of fire, pitch. What's with this heat, Dad? Who else wears horns? And fur in this heat. I can't scare anyone; I can hear the hooves from a mile away. Who designed this space? That is, in Heaven there is greenery, coolness, relaxation. Don't look for me, I don't care what you want, I have move on with my life. Do you know how much I like wings? I only received panties for my birthday.
(Translated by Elena Crețu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
