The snake slithered up the hill where a lone apple tree had lost its apples. Here we are, he said, and I came down with a scale between my lips hissing as if through a leaf. A spider plunged from the moon on a thread and it began to fall apart, at first slowly, then faster and faster, and turned itself into a unicycle wheel, and when it became just a dot, the sentence ended. I got tired. Even if you didn't walk on your own two feet? Chew on something, pull yourself together. I put the apple back in the tree. I bit the snake. To find myself.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Batog / 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. 
