Back: Granny praying slowly, every night, to Someone who took her boy; my grandfather leaving me behind the wheel of the white Moskvici, until he finished screwing? something under the hood; the yard full of blossomed apples; my mother, beautiful and young, smiling for a moment in the mirror; the perfect rainbow that appeared over the sea the day I got into college. Fast forward: my father leaving, on a rainy evening, without hearing me yelling silently at him to stay. On: my head resting on your heart, which beats evenly, calmly and vigorously only for me.
(Translated by Ioana Oacheşu / 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. 
