On the way to the sea. Me, him, the silence between us and tons of cigarette smoke. I knew it was our last weekend together. I knew it. I had no idea what he knew. On both sides, this very Instagramable country: fields of rapeseed, wheat, poppies, windmills. You want me to take a picture of you, to get likes and be called beautiful? No, thanks. Let me take one, though. Look, there's a nice field on the right. It stopped. We got out. He stole a sunflower hat. Hey, let's go back to Brașov. Are you sure? Yeah, aren't you? I'm sure. Good thing we have seeds to break the silence.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
