On the narrow street the wisteria flowers fall down. I jump out of the still moving tram with my shoulders uncovered and I smile to the motorman. Miracles happen on the sidewalk: the townspeople stop and look at the sun. I go down to the river and a snake glide towards me, as beautiful as the ripple of hours through time. A child shuts to me I love you digging up in a hollow trunk with a stick. She loves you too, the snake says, for else she wouldn't have created you. We don't exist without her. Mother? the child asks amazed. No, writer, answers the omniscient snake.
(Translated by Diana-Maria Croitoru / 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. 
