I kick a rock and then I'm sorry. Even it is important right here on the ground. Strangers walk past me, many without lights in their eyes. They haven't had a chance to be contacted, to hear harpsichord music. They kidnapped me. Because I wanted to. And propelled me through colours, letters, taught me how to fly through air, water, space, wingless defying Earth's gravity. Since then I've been unidentified, like the stone in the road and with my eyes in the book I wait for them again. On my plate I have a slice of cake.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
