Maybe it's from the soft leaves, which I crushed under my feet, on the way home. Either from the little wrists of my right hand's fingers, which yesterday gave me the first sharp sign that they exist. Or maybe it's from the reading glasses I wore for the first time today. Otherwise I can't explain why I have an increasingly intense feeling that I'm heading towards a sea that I still don't see, but I feel it, and from the shore nothing ties me anymore except a thin strip of earth, from which they haven't fully erased yet your footprints.
(Translated by Zahra Kazemi / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
