Today I got to my place. I was waiting in the hallway, belly cut and stitched, dark circles and sore breasts. I was sitting there with a baby in my arms, slowly singing moon river. I love you; I said to myself and began to adorn myself with stars. You're serene, mother, come into my arms. And I danced with myself. Will I know what to do? No. Two drifters, off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see. I cried in my arms and fell asleep. Everything you want to be you already are. We're after the same rainbow's end. Smells like a new-born baby.

(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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.

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