The ocher sky was sprinkled with cramped sand dunes, the colour of Damascus sun the nights when ripening figs drip out their sweet juice. The blind, pale red light guided them through the flowers which beard the colour of poisoned orange of the orange forest, squinting in the mist that filled their nostrils. The witch opened the door for them, although she was already behind them, inviting them into the brick hut with the help of the smell of orange broth that took place of the mist. Ivan and Dochia tasted it and thus saw the witch as she really was.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
