They thought I was sleeping, but I was wiping my tears with my favorite pajama sleeves and listening. It had stars and a moon which was laughing on it, she had given it to me, she told me that I was her happiness and I didn't understand why she was telling my father that she was leaving to find her happiness. I think he did not understand either, he was silent, or maybe he was wiping his tears with his sleeve too. A telescope appeared where she stood and at its end there was the happiness of my mother. He found her quickly in the block across the street. I sneak in every night. I cut the smile of the moon with the blade.
(Translated by Otilia Mocanu / 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 March 2021, the group has 4.300 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
