Life twitched. I was filled with the whole Universe from which I was stealing colours, gathering them into sounds and showing them to the world, concentrated in the eternal grain. Then the world stole the grain from me. Even naked I am still beautiful, with pearly skin and in my mind's ear I still have the music of past time that gives me strength today to wait for what will be. When a curious hand lifted me from the sand of the beach I told it to take me to the ear to whisper something. You'll hear the wind I've kept from where I am, from where you are. Now we travel through Cosmic dust, to a new beginning.
(Translated by Andreea-Daniela Vasilache / 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. 
