Because he was a
do-little, my dad did not want me. He just went into the wide world the day I was born. Mom said she would be waiting for him forever, but forever lasted 5 years and then she went into the wide world too. From that day, I was born every evening and I died every morning at dawn. My grandfather raised me, he was not a
do-little, he was a clockmaker. I loved him for two solid reasons: he did not tell me stories and he could fix the time. When he was poking through the insides of a watch, he was my God. When I smiled, I was his God.
(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. 
