there was no metaphor left. Time has stopped, as you know it, no mouth, no nose, no big eyes. The flowers were growing and doing their own thing, or in microwaves, the predators were starving, as you know, the forest was actually now a clearing. The hunters diluted the remaining liquor by having a drink with the grandmothers, who wanted to pick brushwood. You know, forest, yuck. Only she, after such a literary cataclysm, set out as soon as dawn broke to find some metaphor. If you meet her, she's easy to recognize. She's got a cape. With emoticons.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
