Fingers grew from my arms like thin branches without leaves. I looked at them and understood why I cannot fly in autumn. The skin walls like a pyramidal lung have whispered to me. The moon is searching for you. I stepped outside, but the moon was on the other side of the forest. The forest was whole, deep and perfectly righteous. I didn't dare. It's okay, the forest said to me, close your eyes and take a single step. I closed them, took the step and got to the other side. A river. Take them off, the river told me. You don't need clothes where you're heading.

(Translated by Oana Ionescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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.

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