I knew I would never go back on that damned plane. I knew in that day that I would be over the clouds for the last time. So I took courage, ammo in my backpack, and said goodbye to everyone. I started to pilot with the soul of lead. Down, I could see houses destroyed by the shells, and a thick smoke that filled the streets, buildings, destinies. Some barefoot kids were playing in a sunless village. I opened my backpack and threw over them a candy rain. From the soil, begun to grow candy fields.
(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. 
