Who? Me? God, I wouldn't lift a finger. I would let these two hands rest. Since I was 5 - when my father was imprisoned at Aiud, where he actually died as two out of three prisoners died - these two hands have carried countless bags and sacks of potatoes, gas tanks, fire wood, coal, and they also rocked babies to sleep. Oh, no! I don't have kids of my own - I was too busy for that and I never got married. But I rocked my younger brothers and their kids and in my workplace, a textile factory, I also relied on my hands and arms. So I'd do nothing for a day. Maybe, I'll hold some grains for sparrows to eat from my palms.
(Translated by Elena Florea / 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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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. 
