I am a mosaic of the splinters of life, which sometimes slips over sadness like a menacing shadow, or joy like a caressing light. The mirror doesn't lie to me. We are lurking. He shows me the child hidden in the seasons, with freedom hidden in the cage or with hope paddling through dreaming. The strange thing is that I don't know much about myself either, but I rediscover myself late, shining with the uniqueness I initially received. I shake off the dusty permanence, but I feel the pain of the one who has too high expectations from their peers.
(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 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. 
