In the summer I was on the way to ripening, the hours stretched their tongues and one day became three. My step caught a kind of float as it watched me, and even if I didn't turn my head, I felt it arrow to my heart. Restless, I sneaked into his room overlooking the peach tree, out the window, and he picked me from the branches. I don't know if he thought it was me or someone else, nor if he ever knew me, but I remember the sea waving with me and his wondering eyes as, on the wave, I became watercolour over the bed.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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. 
