and Gigi l'amoroso, he was thinking of and missing the green-orange hills of Tuscany. He travelled thousands of kilometers for them, to touch them again and play the mandolin for them. It was for them that he had bought the house among the living, here they had come one by one and given him love with body and soul. Her thirst, her madness, were known only to the three cypress trees in the courtyard that she would still caress to this today, treading carefully on the mounds in front of them. Her eyes dilated in the red twilight, she still had some trees and a glass of wine for Angelo.
(Translated by Andreea-Iulia Ciucă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
