All the clouds rusted in the sky, buildings got dressed in hay, flowers began to grow from girls' hair, butterflies escaped from men's slits, mad went the acacia trees, all the dogs fell in love, penguins went sledding in the freezer, birds chirp in the oven, Santa Claus sings happy new year in the shower, at the loudspeaker, I'm crying with my mascara dripping from my eyelashes and beg you to leave, leave, to bring me another bottle of wine. By the way, what season am I drunk in? A leaf is slipping from between my legs. It's autumn.
(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 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. 
