The tunic stuck onto His sweating back and yet He didn't pause. He spun the thread, wove the white raw silk cloth, and then tailored it into souls. All of the same size. He felt them in His palm and let out a sigh. It was as if he couldn't let them out into the world. Suddenly he remembered, relieved. He hadn't created the world yet. I'm getting old, he thought, and yawned with a jaw crack. In bed, he realized he'd forgotten to sew the cleaning instructions labels. Let them fend for themselves, he mumbled. And so free will was born.
(Translated by Oana-Roxana Dicilea / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
