I rested for a while in the shadow of a thought, in the park of vanities on the seaside of your heart. Deserted places, closed hotels, nothing but sweets in the shops, and I try to stay away from diabetes. I wondered on the sand burnt by time, and I heard the whisper of a song. A group of jolly girls were dancing by the pool, they got there before me. Somehow, I got through it, I hitchhiked, and I got back home safe. I took out the crumbled dreams from my pockets and I hanged them. I watched them swinging and I took a deep breath.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
