Slowly I got out into the sunlight. An hour took me to get used to the sunlight. I made myself safety glasses out of two jars in which I kept some pickles. The wind was hot, yet the air incredibly fresh. Nature has been reborn. The poppies had their pedestal done out of the bones of unlucky ones. In fact, it seems as if I am the only lucky one. I'm humming R.E.M.,
It's the end of the world, and I get closer to a place where there was only one sign left untouched. I wipe the dust from the sign. Doner Kebab.
(Translated by Camelia Băluță / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
