She was walking free of worries on the grass touched by the sun, picking up stars that had fallen off the nights with no support. She was trying to hang up wishes at the windows of the saddened people, to no avail. With candy money, she bought a quiver to keep in it the eagerness of her steps. When an angel stopped her in her tracks asking what she was doing, she wasn't scared at all. I'm growing up, she replied naughtily. I'm planting fireflies, to light up the ground at night. How much are you paying me to help? The girl laughed and showed him the empty hand. The face of the angel suddenly lit up.
(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. 
