One evening, one wind, endless dangling water, some words, a lot of sand, two fools. What should we have known? We were way too crazy. Okay, me more. We were way too young. Okay, you more. There was too much water. Okay, and too much water. Our ships were sinking. Only the eyes were breathing, maybe. Maybe I didn't want it to end like this. Maybe we're not sad, now. Okay, I feel it. Maybe you don't. I have a sharp scream like that of a white gull in my chest. And a lot of sunshine to give you. Do you still know what sea to come to?
(Translated by Diana Paşcanu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
