He woke up with the breeze across his face. I'm in one piece, nothing hurts. What a morning. Soft, slow steam rising among plump leaves. Sporadic tweeting. Slanted sunrays cutting through cedar trees like blades. He instinctively checked his pocket for his phone. Wow, there's reception. Gughi, tell me where I am. Hm, this strip of land can take me straight into town. He looked ahead in deep thought. He turned back towards the sea, carelessly throwing his phone in some bush. Whatever, I'm lost now, he sighed a bit, smiled a bit, walked a bit into the cedar woods.
(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. 
