Last night I ventured into the blizzard on the white boulevard. I don't like winter,I was repeating in my mind, and my eyes were stinging from the cold snow. Just then I saw in the diagonal of the snow a silhouette who arrived right in front of me. A man with snowy eyelashes, who slipped, I wanted to hold him but we both rolled into the pile of snow on the road. Under his hood he kissed me and in the shadow of my cheeks I curled up and kissed him. The flakes danced on the ink of the night and for the first time I liked them. Yes, they are shaped like stars.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
