In a chamber forgotten by the world, a pen nib dances with the heel of a bread. And he lays his head on the table, then asks himself if the world is, truly, just a window. A window? Yes. A window bursting with seraphim trying to get out. Get out or come in? Stop interrupting me. Fine. Go on. What about the seraphim? Are they a luxury, too? Kind of like the sky. But they're not for sale. Do you have to buy something for it to be a luxury? Who knows? It used to be that
love for money is the root of all kinds of evil. Nobody believes that anymore.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / 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. 
