Where sunny grassy fingers caress the barren body of the earth, I stretched out my scarred chest, the cage of a sunburnt body. My heart beats in the temples of the stones. They are an ancient drum; they are the sound over time and traditions. I lick the body of the earth. I take a mouthful of sand. We break it between our teeth, hot, nourishing, the power of our ancestors, blood in the veins that make children and graze cattle. I cast my eyes like a lion over the horizon. I'm timeless. If they come upon us, I'll drink their blood in Ngai's cup.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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. 
