For the past thirty winters I've been covering myself in weeds out of shame and disgust on this mirror of deep, aquatic solitude. I find myself cast away by posterity onto the land of despair and far away from any tender looks of a female flesh being. The shards of their broken icon dissipate in the sea storms, rotten with so much waiting. Not even a ray of scarlet hope stamps itself on the
cataract-covered retina and I think that only the bones of my carcass will tell the true story of my writerly failure.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
