On the crescent nights, the wise men of the savana told him tales from the beginning of time, with gods who fell asleep between baobab branches, watched over by slender leopards. The men he had hunted with had shown him how to recognize the lionesses' loins through tides of ripe herbs and how to slit, with precise moves, big bellies of gazelles. He had killed with his own hands ebony of his shank. But nothing prepared him for the sight of his own blood, harbored at the bosom of his lover.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Denisa Neagu / 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. 
