16.12.2021
She smiled at him, her arms outstretched. Come, let's get lost in the orchard mist. But I forgot the way, he whispered, the handful of sand drained through the hole in my pocket and the wind scattered it, I don't know how to return to the sea and The One before is late. Come, She dragged him, let's crush the purple grapes under our bare feet, let our lips be stained with scarlet. Come, She hugged him, let's bite from frosted apples, bake pumpkins in the fire of the night and wrap ourselves in stories. Behind them, Summer buried her increasingly pale face in the bouquet of withered poppies.

(Translated by Alexandra Lica / 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 almost daily. 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.

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