I adjust the pillow and move him to the bedroom, because he has fallen asleep on the couch, in front of the tv again. I arrange the painted clay plates in the cabinet, I make coffee, so that it'll be warm when he wakes up, I run to the yard and chase away the wild turkeys that hit the gym window with their beak, I pick up a flower from the grass and place it on the table in the gazebo, so that the wind can blow it, then, suddenly I'm not there anymore, to wake up in my bed. One morning, I even got mail, and the mailman smiled at me, but he won't know what to say to him, because he carries letters, not dreams.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
