As soon as the dawn began to rustle under her eyelids, she would noiselessly wrench herself out of the strong arms and the ragged sheets, she would write in the steam blown into the mirror's bow and would vanish like a nightingale. In her wake remained a perfume as soft as an opinion and the mystery embedded in the mirror steam. Until, once, she found no mirror. And then she turned in the strong arms of the tattered and still sheets. A smile passed hurriedly over his lips. Under the bed, embedded in the shards of the broken mirror, were hidden all her departures.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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. 
