The parents' house was a piece of heaven for everyone who came to visit. Except for the new
daughter-in-law, which came with princess behaviour. The young man loved her with pathos, and he wished to please her at all costs. He had taken down the old oven at the back of the yard, and he had cut down the ancient mulberry tree as well, so there wouldn't be any droppings in the grass. Not counting that, once, he had taken the cat in the cart all the way to the other county, in a village small as a dot on the map, to find its way there. Surely not. The cat was back home before him. Every single time.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / 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. 
