I will cut my hair. What happened to you? Leave that hair alone. Only tow and unwanted visitors. It's warm in your hair. Like a bird nest. But the birds will be okay? Maybe two, three, not more. In this straw filled hair, an owl camped. All day she kept chattering about my beauty, inteligence. I'm amazing, the woman said to herself pushing the junk stroller. There she is, the boy screamed, the lady with birds in her hair. She wears ball gowns, said the little girl and stopped in front of the woman. See them, the woman wondered. They are angels to me.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
