I told the doctor that my boy has been drawing for some time all kinds of bizarre things. I asked him to decypher the signs on paper, to make it clear for me what all those streets mean. He told me that my son has an aching soul. That something is choking him and keeping him captive in a world where he's not comfortable. When I got home, I packed my bag and left. I didn't have any children. I only had a wife, who for some time had been silent and sad. And who had been obsessively drawing roads that I didn't understand.
(Translated by Dragoş Frangulea / 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. 
