Time stumbles and leaves splashes of hidden love on my copper-coloured skin. There have been days and nights since the lava of my soul subsided, lying to me with another silence. I spasmodically unfold the chance to meet us and try to separate your name into petals. I drew silence on each tab. From the swirling covers, another hundred shouts at me, begging me to wait for the last day. The exhausted soul declares the end of the year today. My embraced smile looks at me in amazement from within the picture.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
