Grandma was the first to notice, and after that, my parents. And what could be so bad about waiting for the twilight to return home? To see the night waiting for him, as always, with a stellar soup on the sky, and when it wanted to be caressed, she'd pour him a pitcher of rain. I hated sleeping, so as not to miss the moment when the dawn, their child, washed his face with the earth's fog, and the proud sun, on the arm of the nymph day, would appear, ranting and raving from the most peculiar reasons, until they'd turn into a rainbow. I'm tired. But I don't sleep. I want to see everything.
(Translated by Ana Stănilă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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. 
