It hadn't rained in a while and the villagers were worried. Send her in the clearing, they asked grandma. Only she knows. From my very first step, the poppies bowed down. I started moving slowly, my feet were ripping bits of wind. I tread the grass, heya heya heya heya. The poppies are savagely pulled, clashing into each other with a tinkle. Let the drums play. Dum dummm. Let the heavens crack. Let the lightening streak. There is a church bell ringing in the village, foretelling peace. The raindrops are falling hard to the ground together with me. Boy, what a storm I was. Kind of crossed the line there, grandma says. Smiling.

(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / 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 2021, the group has 5.600 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.

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