She loved that man with the big, black eyes. Too wide and too dark to be real. He was tall and lanky and fit the nickname, The Martian. That's also because he always had his head in the clouds, dreamed with his eyes open and believed in Santa Claus. Half is the man who grabs you for a kiss and doesn't let you fall, she once told him. He slipped through the raindrops, gently, not to wet the splash of soul that remained undrawn, and went home. Does the Dawn of Night cover the memories in snow? That was all she had left. A question.
(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. 
