They left the car and drove straight across the dusty mid-August field. They had with them a heat-insulating sheet, found in the trunk, and spread it on the ground. They lay on it, side by side. They sat like that, silent, just looking at the sky. Her white skin stood out in the dark, next to his barely-there tan. The night was almost black to the ground and still thinning to the starlit sky. There was peace in their restless city souls. Streaks of well being stretched through them like a Milky Way in the night sky.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / 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. 
