I was hitchhiking with a poppy in my hair when a Harley stopped. I blushed with emotion as I rode, I inhaled the smell of gnawed black skin until I was dizzy. He stopped in the woods for an emergency and walked away decently. I watched him indecently. When I continued on my way, I was no longer on the motor but on a horse that had eaten embers. My nostrils were filled with all the stables of the earth. The poppy had run out of petals. I later realized that at the last stop that Prince Charming had stepped on a dung.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / 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 Ficţiuni Reale. 
