It was an autumn day showing off her still luscious body, an odalisque whose copper undulations burst with maturity. She was sunlit. She, the day. By a prematurely aged sun, looking from a distance at a world that had accepted its ephemeral nature. It was a day. Neither long nor short. Like an epigram satirizing the hypocrisy of the second. I was also a part of that Day. In love. Alive. Stripped of any promise, like the branch is of leaves. Giving the sun its light back. Reciting, perpetually, a quatrain of the seasons. It's a day. I am.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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. 
