The path, aged by man and beast, rippled me. The rapeseed field was resting on the left side. To the right, guarded by willows, the valley flowed swiftly like an impure thought, carrying all my sins downstream. As I went on,my body assumed the outline of a mast, on the top of which the soul waved boldly. There was so much happiness and grandeur around, that I caught the moment between my lips and cried out to God to freeze it in time. I lay down in the cold yellow field and, in the flattened horizon, I started placing the stars.
(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / 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. 
