The last song.The last flight. The last thought. Gathered bundles of words that didn't mean anything and gave them life.Made them all stories.Stories for grown-ups that forgot to be children.They became illusions wandering in an unseen world filled with egos and ambitions. People are not what we see, what we hear, people are what they make us feel. God is watching and crying. He knows that who can write thoughts, is certainly reading souls. It smells like cozonac, oranges and Christmas songs. Smells like love. Smells like family.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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. 
