After a day as long as a field that stretches to the skies, the streets begin swarming. Or rather not, they mostly just wait, bumper to bumper. You get enough time to ruminate your worries and to sift out your dreams from your false hopes. One more meter, two more meters. You scan in between and place your unsolved tasks in separate folders. Take a look at this guy, the nerve of him. You remember the
never-happened whispers and you forgive yourself with every sigh. You don't even realise how absentmindedly you're steering and suddenly there is the moon, round and clear like a cheese wheel satisfying your hunger.
(Translated by Ioana Grigoruță / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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. 
