I was caught by the snow storm near the abandoned construction site, first I said to myself what a detachment poetry from concrete, then I wanted a full ark, instead of the five-seater car, with four empty ones. Sadness needs greater pains to erase it. I could have lifted that heavy black board, stuffed my body under it. Instead, I lit a cigarette and drank the wine that was to be gifted. Then I threw myself into the snow and drew an angel. I put my colourful scarf and the empty bottle in its hand. We talked until morning.
(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. 
