For a while, the stranger haunted our town and no girl could get married anymore. The boys said she had curly hair, soaked in wind dust, and lips a whispery hot pink. But strangely, they didn't know if she was brunette, blonde or red-haired, she just floated. Our dresses are getting greyer, the boys have become actors, painters, poets, lonely wind hunters, only one walks around with a camera all the time, and we try to be as photogenic as possible, but he doesn't want us, and in town, it smells like cinnamon again.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
