Exhausted, with a hoe on my back, I drag my steps towards the house. I dreamed of lying in the grass, reading in the shade of the mulberry tree, but I didn't feel sorry for the garden with weeds. The bell tolls lazily, drowning out the quacking of the ducks. I nibble on the juicy apple, on the porch, thinking about my day off. I wipe my forehead of sweat and wind the apple towards the barn. A seed hunkered down in the ground, sprouted and brought to the surface grandfather's lost wedding ring. From the world of the unseen, he sent me a sign. I was arguing with my man and I didn't know what to do.
(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. 
