I'm color dyslexic if you mix up my rainbows and word colorblind if you talk too colorfully to me. At the stop lights I pretend to be blind, so I don't have to cross the street alone. I love chaos when it's ordered down to the smallest detail, but I love sunsets the most. That almost end of sun that reflects in my retina, that almost sinister orange. I imagine angels bleeding as they ride itso they can hide it behind the hills. A sad yellow stained with my unknown red. Delicate passport between life and death.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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. 
