I was coming back home on the road I could have walked even with my eyes closed. I walked, under the sky which looked like a mirror, on white and pink waves, covered in snow from Mirabelle, cherry and magnolia trees. I stopped at the traffic light. It took 59 seconds, as always, for the light to turn green. I crossed the street and took the first street on the left, where I knew I would find the old woman offering to the people passing by small bouquets of dying flowers. When I got to her, a bell rang announcing the exact hour. Come in, I was waiting for you, her eyes told me, looking open like a gate.
(Translated by Ioana Negrea / 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. 
