I ruffled a small bush, its
haircut cut short like a boy, you're very cute trimmed like that. The whole forest parts it on the left, you don't. I greeted a mushroom, all due respect, ma'am, I told her, but polka dots aren't in style anymore. She bowed, taking off her scarlet hat. God, how beautifully the rust of the leaf does not match the steam of the land, and how the trees do not blend harmoniously at all with the patch of sky. I love the improperness of the soaked and
dew-washed grass and its gleam like a penny lost from a necklace.
(Translated by Claudia Alexandra Văcărescu / 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. 
