I'm smoking. It helps me walk waster, firmly, in one leg, skip legging. I lift my foot off the ground, forgetting about the gravitation and its law. I'm smoking breakups, rendezvous through the curtain of smoke and I'm lifting my arms up in thorns of roses. The cold air makes me shiver out of the ash, out of the bin of paper scraps, cancerous photographs. The idea stays twisted in my mind. I'm catching it with smoke. It's black - because of the smoke, with almond-shaped eyes and a dilated pelvis. I'm coughing and smoking pieces of her body through my eyelashes. I'm kissing the mad cloud. Always.

(Translated by Anca Cristina Georgiana Mihai / 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.

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