I saw her hanging by the fence, with her hands under her chin, talking to Auntie Ana. The black dress with the yellow flowers had lifted a palm's length above the knees. One sandal was hanging off her restless foot. I was dreaming about catching her leg with a hand that would turn into a bridle. That I was signalling her to hush. That she would rearrange her hair laughing her heart out at some gossip told by the Auntie and glance warmly at me crawling. Laying on the dust, I would lick her shin. And then go up.
(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. 
