She was mine. Since I tasted the earth with my hands and feet, crawling, until today, when my heart clings to the sky, blushing. I didn't do much to deserve this. For Buna, it was enough that I exist. She carried me between her praying palms, opening paths for me, she opened my soul nicked by love and peace of mind, she carried me in her arms when I fell. I enter the cemetery. Tears wash my lips with longing. By her look and her hands. On the cross, a white turtledove waits. Angels fly from feathers. In me.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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 almost daily. 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.