When the sun was the size of a red eyelash behind the hill, visible from the backwater, it was a sign that we had to go back home. We set off, single file, squealing, crushing under our bare soles the barely blooming daisies, sharp blades of grass and flaming poppies. In the sunset light, we became a single being, huge, bubbling with life, with sunburnt skin and wild hair, with dozens of arms outstretched to the sky, on which starts were beginning to light up. On the ground, someone was shouting incentive. Time was beginning to disintegrate the being.
(Translated by Tania Diniță / 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. 
