Immediately after the big bang, yes immediately, in the second two, I gathered together, got my shit together, like the dust of stars I was, I let myself be shaped with water, by some potter who thought of himself as an artist. He looked at me contentedly with his work, of course, that he had made me blonde, with big breasts and long legs, and then he said get up and walk or fly, as if your luck. I opened my umbrella, jumped and flew until the merge with a tree and that was it. Icarus said move, I can do better. A braggart. He burnt himself.
(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. 
