They all hold hands over time. C crosses the street. People are
passers-by, but are all
passers-by people? The hours are dripping on the rails, taking with them bits of life. One drags nets with meticulous shopping, another maths thesis, another pilates class. They are all waiting for tram 16 on Viitorului Street, but none of them is their mother. They arrive in New York's Time Square, redeem their 55 brothers, look their mother in the eye once more, and say: No, mother, time does not pass, we go through time.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Muşetescu / 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. 
