I've been sleeping in the attic for a while, where I had a night window through which I could see the moon. Its light was inside the room, then outside of it and so on. The moon was undecided. The rest of the house was down below. I had no space in it, I used to hit my shoulders against the white walls. I used to believe that the house was decreasing as my elders went down one by one, and there was no need for so much space anymore. Let her go, said my mother one day. Can't you see they're all small? He is 18 years old. And she opened the door for me. The first time, I flew only to the tree in front of me, where I slept for two nights. Then I flew all over the world, going all up in the sky.

(Translated by Ioana Oacheșu / 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 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 Ficțiuni Reale.

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