Sometimes I forget to stop it and rings at the earth's hour, the cold searolls the time, and I twist in the foam like a crab that doesn't go against the wave, I count myself with the wild creatures in the forest, without self-consciousness, I shift in your sleep like the dance of the aurora borealis in the night. But today it didn't ring. It woke me up and it was eight, and outside it had snowed in the void, in my absence. And you lit the fire in my absence. And your first thought got lost unwelcomed, in my absence. If today I can't find my place it's because I slept again instead of living.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
