My eyes are blue, I can hear the distances, my hair is a little curly, enough to embrace a sigh between my arms, my nose is small, flesh and I wear it higher, to look taller, and sometimes my mouth curses, sometimes ointment. The forehead is lost in dream curls. As for the heart, it is a small imperfection. She's almost happy. That's why I let my neck grow long, graceful, to keep it away from my thoughts. These are my worst traits, but I've learned to cover them with forgiveness powders.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
