22.09.2022
When I arrived, the sun was hiding its light in the bag. Lying in the sand, the heart drew indifferent shades of red. I had buried it so many times, but it was stubbornly ticking again, discreetly at first, like a Swiss watch, which then turned, tiptoeing, into the deafening dangle of a Big Ben breaking through time. I could see my reflexion in the sea. There was as much peace in it as in a church burned to the ground. The skin had come loose from the body, making its way to the soul. It was time to bury my last love. Not the last.

(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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.

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