She was so small she could fit in a seashell. And she had such long hair it could circle the globe. She was staring at the rays of light stuck on the luster of the water, caressing the coral fish with her feet. A swan as white as snow was keeping her company and it was so white it was impossible for it to come to an end. At the end of the wire she could hear the soft breath raising Maia's chest. She had fallen asleep. Hello, mom? I'll tell you about me tomorrow. Have no worries. I'm fine. Take care of my baby. I'll come, mom. When Christmas comes. Silence. Tears.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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. 
