One day I took off. Leaving behind bewilderment and disappointment, and maybe even hate, but surely fear and uncertainty. And misunderstood, unacceptable pains. Skies came crashing down behind me, unachieved dreams shuddered and shedded tears formed vast seas. Hell ascended upon the Promised Land and the fire hook plunged into the soul of man. I took off aimlessly, on fields, guided by reason and by a soul I thought remained unfulfilled. On hikes on sisyphean heights with rocks of megalithic size. On shoulders, hearts and longings. Following a stir towards nothing, for nothing. Just much ado.
(Translated by Ioana Diana Sandu / 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. 
