She had seen it in the shop window, and her mother bought it for her. Orange, red, blue. She was burning with desire. But under the glass bell sky, the time had gone mad. A shudder. The helicopter. Him and her lying in the dirty snow. Wake up. A kind of silence. The days then took on exotic colours. Turkish bread, clothes from the helpers, Turbo gum, choking bananas. And juice from the vending machine. Sour green or sweet red. The little girl who dreamed of being a hawk is lost somewhere. Mom used the tie to patch up an old sweater.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 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. 
