I'm the one who sticks clouds in my temples and shards of sunshine in my eyes, just to feel the antithesis of the clear sky. I sell my feelings on a grain of sand and a drop of the sea from which I make a crystal palace and a spring of living water. I tie my hands with loose jasmine and put on my swaying lime muzzle when madness kills my senses. I'm a hot clay modelled to grip the hurricane with the breeze, puppies whispering salvation, Pharaoh ordering another pyramid of prescribed pills.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
