I left my soul at the last border of the sky. A playful angel would hang it on the hook of the dreary afterlife. I didn't want to cross over, not yet. I wanted to see my mom. Mom, here I am. Open up. Don't leave me in the freezing night. Look, I took the moon and shredded it into pieces over the window so I could write I love you in its dust. Mom, don't cry. I use the breeze of cold wind to caress your cheeks. Mom, forgive me. I didn't want to leave like that, by a noose made out of stars. A demon tricked me into playing Hangman. Mom, wake me up.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / 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. 
