Go. That way we all went, without knowing that we will grow arms from wings and we'll stay down. Now we are talking at night, without sleeping, about the illusion of flying. In that empty nest, the traces of your fuzz keep the memory alive. Fly, kids. Travel the world, and build your nest where you feel it's your place, but by all means with love. Don't think about us, the elders, me, mom, dad, just be happy that there were a mother and a father that prepared you for your flight. Remember, if you can. Come back, when it's late. Life is now. Amen.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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. 
