The neighbour's boy allowed me to play with any toy, but he never let me touch his metal cars. He had many, neatly arranged on a shelf. I wasn't attracted to lego pieces or teddy bears at all. I longed for the red Ferrari. I had begun to dream of every night. In the meantime, we grew up and moved to another neighbourhood. Yesterday I saw my former neighbour admiring my car in front of the gate. He asked me, shyly, if he could touch it. We got in the Ferrari and headed for town.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / 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 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. 
