She would tell me stories about the mischievous fairies
(iele) every night and how they had enough of the forest and were now eating trees. I was covering my ears because those tales hurt me, but I couldn't tell her. We were laughing and facking a happiness that was only ours. She wasn't just sad, she also had a blue heart. I ended up seeing blue in everything. In the morning water I could only see its aged larva. It wasn't her fault. All the butterfly children said that she had been poisoned with terror when she was little. I was hoping that one day she would kiss my forehead and write on my eyelids: all right, I'm back home.
(Translated by Tania Diniță / 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. 
