A rope or a string, how should I ask? A piece of hard rope, please. How much of it? No idea. Do you want to build a swing? Mhm. About ten meters, so you won't run out if the tree is too tall. Thank you. She took the change (why did she even take it?) and went to the hill. Today is the day she will no longer beg for attention, the day she will no longer cry under the sheet, the day no one will laugh in her face. Yeah, she's glad, a little. Everyone is going to be sad. But how about mother? For mother she's got a piece of paper and a pencil. Will mother understand? Maybe not, never. Poor mother.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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. 
