You'd walk around your pot with the illusory rose, talking to red head shaggy girls about how the stamens melt into nectar. And I was choking on the breath of some diaphanous camellias and crushing my corollas in courtesan pleasures. And in the petunia garden, scales and nimble snakes appeared, and smiles fell like leaves. A few butterflies with primordial pollen made us flinch like two carnivorous flowers on the eve of the dream of returning to the bulb, in the raw core of a new path to the sun.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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. 
