He disembarked from the plane and searched for the terminal from which he would finally take off for home. This airport is as big as a village, he thought. And yet, he felt like he was in nowhere, hanging between spaces. Like in the nights when he crossed the North American wilderness from east to west on a Greyhound bus. The bus, the highway, the fellow passengers were more illusory than the horizon line and the stars under which he travelled. Tomorrow, at this time, barefoot in the grass, he will watch the clouds running over his house and the sun setting behind his orchard.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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. 
