I didn't need the moon, what the hell was I supposed to do with it, plus I was leaving everyone in the dark. Neh. I wanted a house with lots of doors. She loved me so yeah, she got one I liked. I painted the doors, she knew exactly where to find them. The blue one led to the sea, found me by the footprints in the sand. The green one, to the forest glade, found me by the shade. The red one led blindly towards the sunset. All the doors opened under his palm. He always found me. The transparent one opened to my soul. He never looked for me there.
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / 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 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.