I've hidden. Under the invisible snow of a winter that will never come. I've hidden. In a Chanel handbag that I shall never buy. I've hidden in a forlorn, lost, roving summer. I've hidden inside an evening, swallowed up by the moon, covered by a guitar. In a cup of wine, a rhyme, a steady decline. I've hidden in a dream, one in which I had found the key to the door that let me out. I've hidden in the sand, for a time. In the sun, in color, in gold, I've hidden, in the meadow, in a thought's shadow.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
