I spread my wings, I can't see them, I feel them, big, lightweight, strong, with cobalt notes, and I go into the flyby, without layover, through the places where I left pieces of my soul: the grandparents' house, even though it was a new neighbourhood there, my wings took me where and when I wanted, the field at the edge of town, the sister sea and the sand, the mountain trails in the summer, my rest in your gaze, the heaven of the first snow, the small wood church, my heart at the liturgies, my heart, your heart. I give the wings back to the seraphim and I say: I am ready, God.
(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. 
