Gusts of wind would carry him away sometimes and he flew like a dragonfly towards his desires as diverse as the colours of a meadow coming into full bloom. He then would feel yanked as if pulled back to earth by an invisible string. Other times, he was so absorbed in thought as if falling into the abyss of a well, sliding on cold rocks all the way down. Then the sky turned into a whirlwind and descended through the narrow opening like a pegasus and picked him up. He became the puppet of his mind and heart.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
