We entered the tunnel full of coloured lights. There was no one. The other time it was queueing, crowded. I got out of the car and rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hand. I'd never seen anything like it. It wasn't a tunnel, it was a yellow chick stretching. I was confused by the sparkle on its rounded belly. You're huge, chick. He was doing the stone bridge, but backwards. And I was right in the middle of it. Chick, how do I get to Predeal? See that limp flower? Follow the seed trail. They say that's where she's going.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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. 
