and you take me out of the house, I barely managed to get my coat. The air cuts my cheek, I shiver and sniff the sea. You drag me across the frozen beach to where your prey is today. In the seaweed nest, washed up by the waves, is a bottle. You wag your tail and circle around me curiously. So am I, something is wobbling inside, probably a ball of paper, but it's just a round eye staring at me so blue. I shiver and a ray of sunlight clings to my right eyeball, reflecting the zero angle of my gaze.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
