September 28, 1984 - it's my birthday, I'm turning one. It's my first clear memory, my mom was about to faint when I told her in detail how well I remember everything. Dad was in the army but came home with a military leave for my birthday. From my mother's parent's bedroom, where I was holding into the butter white door, I saw him entering the hallway and I ran towards him. My very first steps in life towards my first dance partner. I remember his eyes, almost greener from the autumn Sun's gentle rays, and that smile, forever mine.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
