I was weeding the garden and marvelling at how blue the grass I was stepping on turned when I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder. I turned as if burned. My skin turned blue where it touched me and I was beginning to understand. Everything spoke to me in a metallic creak, turquoise grass rustled in my eardrum the symphony of germination, birds flaunted their exotic dance on a cerulean blue branch, aristocratic blood swirled ceaselessly through my veins. He touched me a second time. Oh, you bastard, you drank my Mona again?
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
