You have to go there once, that place is magic, I promise. There are nights when, if you lie on your back and the sand gets into your pores, it turns into an armour and you become immune to everything bad, to everything, there are these nights when you can't see stars in the sky. Do you know what you see? Huge poppies with their roots in the sky, poppies that hang blooming upside down, and no, it's not that you're high, it's just how the sky looks there. Now bring me my walker and please, help me get to the corridor, so I can charm the granny across the street with the gulls. Such a lass.
(Translated by Alexandra Lica / 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. 
