The rim of the wine glass cuts gently the image of the sunset, as I trace with my finger, without lifting it, the contour of life. All that I had and all that I lost. I watch the green mellow hills and I smile: the mumbo jumbo in faith's head, heartlessly executing the poor fools. Do you even know that this place that I'm breathing in today, won't be the same without me? Now it celebrates the moment. This moment. The night loads the dice and wins, the stone of the terrace is warm, I light up a thought and write the book of my days, from my memory. For everything, tomorrow will be a new day.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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. 
