From the train station to the village, the road wound for miles through cornfields. In winter, on the bare ground, the she-wolf had followed him and his only escape was the downy oak at the crossroads. Perched up the tree, he looked into the eyes of the beast with sparkling fangs, until her hunger drove her to other smells. Now, in summer, no sign of the wolf. The downy oak came into leaf, taming the heat. He almost stumbled over a sleeping body under the tree, her breasts escaping from under her blouse to cool. I've been waiting for you, she sighed, opening her eyes. Familiar green eyes of a hungry she-wolf.
(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. 
