For 256 days I've been watching the reef with its crashing waves and sharp, covetous teeth that would feast on my flesh. But one thought still gives me no peace: that beyond the reef is the invisible line of the Tropic and the island. The island where today has not yet come. There is still yesterday. It doesn't even exist today, because it always remains in a past that will only know the present through me. And I know that, if I could only go back in time for one day, She and I will have defeated death. Diary, day 255.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Marinescu / 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. 
