I had high fever like a freshly chestnut taken out from the burning coals. I slipped in the stable, Jăratec snuffled in excitement of going out, I put the saddle on and whisper to his ear, you are as beautiful as the polar Star, in either way I had never ridden before naked. The gallop is a flight without wings. My long, black hair nestled night birds and they lose themselves in the air, black on white. Something, somewhere, froze, for I woken up in a freshly snowed plaza, on a base, me still naked straddled, with this kid who tried to cover me with a black veil.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / 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.
