And I don't care. Cipcirip. Cucuuu. Craaaaa. Buhuhu. How do birds do? Are you interested in how birds do it? Are you interested in anything? No one asked me how I felt today. If I needed a forest to scream at, or if I needed a man to shut up with. I have no wings, but flying is no stranger to me. I go as high as I can, I make myself as small as I can. I would never want to go down to this cage again, where you all judge a girl who doesn't want to grow up. Maybe I can't. Maybe you're not interested.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ștefănescu / 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. 
