18.01.2023
September. Monday. Autumn is showing itself, in pastels, at the window. Only my eyes are awake, my brain is patiently waiting for its stimulus. The kettle is bubbling hastily on the stove. I bump into the leg of the table moving the wheelchair awkwardly. I don't hate it anymore. I gave in to his persistence of becoming friends. Mara left with the first trolley. She has been working double ever since summer. She always smiles at me, but I know what is beyond. I locate the scent of lavender that still hangs in the air. My eyes stop on the fridge. A heart holds the earth in its arms. Longing.

(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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.

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