I was looking through the cradle bars how four arms were grabbing my Dad, I thought they were playing the airplane game with him, do not forget the story, he whispered and the two policemen pushed him through the door. Mum was closing winter in the suitcase, put in there warm coats, a metallic voice said to her, although it was summer. Five more years I have seen his eyes with bars, he came back home during the Revolution. He took me in his arms with shady hands, he saw my book torn into pieces and only then he remembered to smile. Now, we can continue the story of
The Little Prince.
(Translated by Raluca Simion / 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. 
