I grew up in the Chocolate Town where the locals would never walk. They were crawling and slithering because they wouldn't stop licking and nibbling the sidewalks, the traffic lights and the streets. The Mint, The Coffee and The Milk streets were gaped with holes. They used nuts to fill them up, but they wouldn't last for long. In parks, they mumbled the flowers, even the weeds, the statues and the fountains. During summertime there were often chocolate floods. Blocks, houses, cars - they were all melting. Our salvation were our town neighbours who would rescue us with their éclair boats.
(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. 
