After you, there couldn't be anything else anymore. I was curled up on the ground as a contortionist who would hug himself in an attempt to contain the remaining nothingness. And he is trying to untie himself from you resting on one knee and stepping towards the sky, with his foot, listening your feeble words of a dragon which burns everything when it opens his cursed mouth. And stumbles upon carbonized words. Ashes which haven't gave warmth not even when wood was to be found. This it's all that's left. And the trace of my dragging, black and long. I am staying straight now.
(Translated by Camelia Băluță / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
