The heavy silence breaks into a thousand violins and the endless expanse is filled with the scent of jasmine. I pluck a flower, put it behind my ear and wake up. The emptiness that stretches around me as far as the eye can see is now my home. I rise and wait. As every night, from beyond the horizon, the blue Earth rises. I watch the show with eyes wide open and make a wish. The same today as yesterday. Man at the moon, a voice like a silver spear pierces the distance.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Marinescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
