Draw me having wings, you said.
Hold me beer, but be aware that I don't have talent at drawing. You never know what you can do till you try. I traced with my mind any way possible to draw some unthinkable wings for you. Wings made out of glitter, soft feathers, freckles, wind, sea foam, cherry flowers, letter and eLetters, musical notes and aerated chocolate. It was not right. When I made the ones out of clouds, you preferred them and flew away. I was stunned you did not take me with you. I would have been a burden, like this, just a sketch.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / 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. 
