It seemed that thought has lost its spot, that the linden's top has turned into common hop, the flight of mellowed fire turned into elder flower, and the spoken phrase was laid on a reading page. Winter confessed its love to spring, making snowdrops rise. Spring confessed to summer, letting apple flowers thrive. Summer confessed to fall, making its grapes sweet. Fall confessed to winter, growing its pumpkins big. This is how the first year passed, one calendar page after another. Man clung to memories like ivy vine, perpetually feeling he would tomorrow die. Man alive.
(Translated by Ioana Diana Sandu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
