She had descended from the stars, he imagined. She had landed on the edge of the bed through the open window. She was divinely beautiful and light as a feather. When she sat down, the bed didn't sag a bit. He half rose from the bed, naked as he was, and reached out to touch her. He drew back his hand in fright as if burned. Take them off, bare yourself, he whispered, and she pulled off her wings, placing them on the seatback, then put away her aura. By the time the last wisp had come off her heel, there was nothing left behind. Only the quivering feathers of an angel.

(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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