it suddenly took the form of freedom, morphing on the first day of life. I couldn't understand why mothers and fathers, for the lucky ones, wiped away their tears. There was so much light in my soul as if I lived at the North Pole. I took the DAY in my arms and shouted in the height of happiness: I'm leaving you. And I left without looking back. I didn't regret a poem I wrote, nor a coveted kiss, nor a furtive glance behind the poplars that surrounded the high school. Today I wish to meet her again. If only for a thank you.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
