It is already much colder. Outside and inside me. Cold in my bones, at the top of my chest, and deep inside my irises. The leaves gained the color of wine. The wine flooded me. My blood lit up like a sun, like a yellow rose brought between teeth at sunrise, an offering made to the earth. No, don't be surprised. My lover doesn't even know what I'm thinking of. That I'm thinking of you. You don't know. And I have no idea why you still turn up at my temple. Perhaps, since that spring morning, I have started living the falling of my life.
(Translated by Alexandra Lica / 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. 
