I entered you through all your pores, unconsciously, like a summer rain, you didn't even know what had hit you. Cool. At first I was sleeping in your right atrium then I moved because they said on the x-ray that I was confusing the systole, so I started pedaling madly through you, up and down, alive and dead, dreaming and alive , crazy that I can't find my place anymore and then I went out through the ear. And I left you desolate and desolate, in a field of corn. Only in the evening do you look up at the sky, yes, I'm pedaling on the Milky Way.
(Translated by Medeea Alexandra Stan / 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. 
