The cinema reeked of old books and was wearing a rotten shade of green, torn here and there like it begged for time. The movie was slow. It sounded like the buzzing of a telegraph pole. Through the slits of his sleepy eyes he could barely see the thousands of crystals exploding on the screen. A golden vortex swallowed him and blew him around like a paper plane onto the peninsula. He could hear the music of his thoughts in the deserted boot. He put it on his right foot and walked into the sea. The spindles of Fellini's eyes enveloped the world - cinema on time's rolls.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
