Mister policeman, the neighbors called you without any reason. My husband is resting. He works all day long and in the evening he needs peace, not my cavil or the children's math. What are you saying? Why were there screams? He chided the boy a little for doing his math's homework wrong, he was saying that 2 + 2 = 5. I hit my lip when I fell down the stairs. Yes, and at the nose too. The little girl hit me in the eye with the ball. Don't worry, she said in a voice that contradicted her eyes and pointed to the door, while on the palm of her hand one could read "save my children, I beg you."
(Translated by Otilia Mocanu / 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. 
