Before I left the mainland behind, I broke it off with myself. I didn't say back
Good morning and never looked at myself in the mirror again. Days passed with indifference, nights with resignation. The seagulls' harsh screeches flew over the wall between us. There was water on three sides, as far as the eye could see, and behind me, the tall one hugging the skies. Walking all the way up the mountain - that wasn't me. Behind - fields and green woods, ahead - a sea of the past. I had chosen wilderness and a walking stick.
(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. 
