My body matched the flat roundness of the earth. The melted mantle pushed my feet apart from time to time, which raced before the orbit, then suddenly stopped in front of the Antarctic. I projected my skin in blue and turn in the arms of the clay, waiting for my destiny. The seraphims had calculated this moment with precision. They counted the ages every three times, until salvation comes. One morning at 9 am, the Sun in the fifth house, unchained, I returned to live my terrestrial love.
(Translated by Denisa Stanciu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
