I let the moon lit up on the sky last night. I felt too lazy to get out of bed and turn it off. Now it is that light, twin of the daylight, but unique as it always has a warmer hand. I woke up, dusted the paths, mowed the leaves of the trees, put make up on the poppy flowers and combed the grass. Now the whetstone strokes the scythe, the extension of my right hand. The furrows fall along with my fears. I smell fresh now, I'm walking on the moist ground without touching it and I'm happy. I know exactly what the sole of my soul is looking for.
(Translated by Diana Stănescu / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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. 
