My mother hated pink. I had blue strollers, blue dresses and blue bows. I think that's where everything started. Every time I went berserk, I used to cripple the chickens. Whenever a rabbit escaped, I would chase it around the garden, grab its ears and bring it back. I used to steal apples, climb trees
monkey-style, slit my pants while jumping over fences, squeeze nettles between my fingers as a form of relaxation, pound nails, build pillboxes. Once, after an awakening, I drew some dwarves having sex then blamed my cousin. Don't ask me why.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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. 
