She came often, every Thursday, melting her veil's raw silk in the mellow twilight, weaving dreams and poems. She'd stop at the edge of the milky-gummed cornfield. Her skin was tattooed with summers and the scent of wildflowers. She'd make the cornfield her bed and fall asleep in the metallic rustle alchemized by the duel between the wind and the sharp green. He saw her, hiding from her sight, twisting the nerves of the earth with the thrills that swarmed him. He wished he'd had the courage, to make her veil a wedding one. Without the cornfield between them, it was the coveted Thursday.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
