He was living in a kind of orange. The day she met him she understood he was shattered to pieces. She picked up the shards, cleaned them, glued them together even though she got cut deep into her skin. To the bone. But she created a new HIM. She caressed the spots beaten by others. She wiped and kissed all that had been spat on. She loved what seemed to be unlovable. And made him a new SOUL. Slowly his thoughts left tiptoeing to other limits. He told her she is his angel but he bears a little devil on his shoulder, young and beautiful. Good night, grownups. Dream orange.
(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. 
