The time of the flight is always. When you first get up they don't see you, for they shout at each other. I want to love you, instead of cursing, come, mother, in my arms, I'll hold you, instead of your husband-I, instead of him. Don't cry. What about dad? The time of flight is always full. The young lady has found a mate. She goes then he goes. I want to be hold. What about me? I have the most spectacular wings, honed over time by the craftsmen of destruction, but always in flight. Like cosmic junk, in the same dead-end circle, first or last flight, all the same.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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. 
