I used to sweep into my parents' room, late at night and mercilessly demand they listen my essay: before the Big Bang everything was 1, the plenitude, the whole, the indistinguishable, the lack of wishing to replicate, the
non-number. My mother's eyelids were reflexively drooping and dad used to politely snore. And in their nickedslumber, sick of philosophy, they counted my insomniac teenager sheep, 2, 20, 200, lazily chewing on the billion blades of grass grown on the field after that one, the famous 1, will have scattered us all into the World, just like droppings.
(Translated by Daniela-Andreea Gugescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
