It wasn't the mollusks's snoring that woke me up, but the chaotic steps of a baby paramecium who wanted to go to the toilet. Beneath the cedars, the universe is smaller, and the poet's aspirations smell like a ham omelet. The acorn's aroma was intoxicating, and I was ready to dive into the cosmic vacuum, that was slightly smoky because of a bunch of Russian astronauts who liked roasted mice. For peace, I sit on my head, and for higher salaries, I do an asana dance. A flea with metaphysical dilemmas doesn't see the point in jumping anymore. The silence rings from the corners of the Earth sphere.
(Translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
