It's warm and it feels good. I broke the walls that held me in place using my beak. I felt out of breath. My mother also helped me. Just a blow with her strong beak and I felt the freedom. There were five of us in the nest house. My brothers spread their wings and left. At first I was naked, then the fluff grew. Now I have feathers and strong wings. There are two angry eyes looking at me deeply. I can not believe it. My mother wants to kick me out of the house. An eagle that doesn't want to fly. Shame on you. I spread my wings, gliding with the help of the currents. Should I turn my head?
(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 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.
