With a slice of salami between two slices of bread I take a seat in the suspended garden. I am chased away, bad gesture, I quickly file complaints to Zeus, to Artemis, theanswer I get isthat they are busy with some alms job înHalicarnas. I know a guy in Rhodos, someone with a big job and hesputting me onto something, to follow the light that comes from Alexandria, i took the road, nights darkness covered everything, I tripped on something. At dawn I spot a road sign Gizeh, I am close and nowhere at all, a camel ate my sandwich. Everything is same old, I am nowhere.
(Translated by Alexandra Cica / 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. 
