With our legs leaned on the sky, barefoot we unfold the clouds, no thought let its whole trace behind like a plain arrived to its destination, your gaze is lurking at the end of the path of my tangled mind and, even though I avoid it your image dances under my skin like an ivy drunk on a jazz improvisation, perhaps the embrace of our hands will never wither, perhaps there is no sunset in the universe to paint us together for the last time and, perhaps, perhaps our winter won't even come on earth.
(Translated by Diana-Maria Croitoru / 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. 
