He had silently stopped by the field. Cutting the gray horizon, the newly grown grass was striking his eyes. He stepped insecurely through the raw aroma and protected himself with his palm against the silver edge of a cloud. He snuggled and rested his forehead on his warm, furry back. You think we're real, he whispered, hugging him. He listened to the happy gallop of his heart. You know, their bright eyes met, we are really stepping on the ground. He smiled at the enthusiasm that almost shook him off the ground. Come on, let's compete. And they ran like lunatics through the fluorescent green.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
