He plunged his hand into the uncut part and plucked a piece, just as you pluck the future amphora from unkneaded clay. He rolled it between his palms until it became a round lump. He puffed on it and twirling it between his fingers let it drift. Then he dipped his palm again and rounding the uncut edge let it fly again. Each time his fingers touched the endlessness, the darkness was replaced by brightness. Five stars, like clippings in the abyss. In the evening, he sat and contemplated the universe.
(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. 
