Spread the sheet, put tobacco, roll and seal the cigar with a line from the tip of the tongue. He stares off into the horizon, across the cornfield, holding the thin cigar in his palm. The stars in the device, the moon slowly rising. Everything seems all right, he thought. Silly stories, these bastards have ruined my crop with their tracks and newspapers. God, let me get them, I'm sick of the city folks around here. He lights his cigarette and looks through the white smoke at the starry sky. And the God answers him with love sending Perseids, like a shower of light.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
