I was destined to summers spent in the countryside every year, where there is dust and the weather too hot. Mirabelle plums, mulberries, Saint Elijah rains, ripe strawberries in the vineyard. I was hiding with Tudorița in the rows and laughed when we found them and tasted them. I couldn't catch her glances, her eyes were unhinged. She was dropped when she was a baby. After Sain Mary, she would call me from her gate to taste the ripe grapes. She was also a bit ripe. That last summer I tasted the grapes in a different way. And then we parted ways: I went away to a highschool and she to a vocational school.
(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 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. 
