I had made the bargain, I had closed the deal, I had no money left. At last, this green patch was mine. I was undressing slowly, without haste. Heavy plates were falling making a great sound. With my eyes wide closed, I began to see what was to be seen, with my hands funneled to my mouth I cried in a whisper. My hair grew long and passed the road, turned into a river and was left rowed by my ancestors. I sharpened my mouth and I whispered. What are you doing there, my dear? All good, I'm moulting. Here I will get well and I will be born.
(Translated by Alexandra Gruia / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
