Warm fog was slowly spreading over the chapped ground, vaguely heralding the beginning of autumn. She was getting closer to places which awoke no memories inside her, but which changed everything today. In her hand was the envelope that turned her life upside-down a few days ago. She left no untended matters in life, yet her heart felt empty. The gate on which the almost-fallen fence was balancing opened up to a quiet yard. A tomcat older than time itself was bathing in the sun. The house made of clay was lamenting in the blue-white light. She searched for the native answer in the dim eyes which were looking upon her from down theporch.
(Translated by Lucia-Alexandra Brînaru-Mitrofan / 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. 
