No one has caressed me for a long time, it's true and the seasons have started to intersect, more and more often I take a winter day in my arms and touching it has the warm body of a child sleeping without dreams, the eyes of the night look at me from the ceiling, but I turn my thoughts to a blue sky on which the pilot of a plane paints the path of a parting and no matter how much I take my life as a breeze by the sea I feel under my feet how my footprints disappear and I am terribly afraid of the day when my skin will forget mother's womb.
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
