One day, my father said he has had enough. I'm sick of this life that's gone insane. We've got to eat only preservatives, the forests are disappearing, the children are no longer playing in the parks, more drugs, emissions, pavement, walls. I just need something simple and fresh air. We've all packed and went to live in a cave, far from the world. In the daytime, my dad used to hunt, my mom used to paint the walls, create my leather clothes, pick plants. In the evenings, after we eat venison, we would sit on a bearskin rug and we'd open our laptop and watched Netflix.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
