"A bombshell hit us", he heard Nigel through the screams. He didn't answer. Lying on his back, he looked up at the sky thankful he had escaped. Although they had been colleagues, they had never been at a party together, but strangely, in front of him were unfolding images from a party where they both were. "Drink, Ted, drink!" the lieutenant was shouting with a laugh, "It's wine from my vineyard." His lips were burned. He put his hands on his belly, clenched his palms, and they filled with the color of the wine from his dream. "The wine is warm and sweet", he whispered, growing stiff, his eyes fixed at the sky.
(Translated by Andreea-Simona Trufin / 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. 
