I walk around the marvellous buildings that climb up Grandma's arm. We stop next to the shop window displaying the entire street. A car comes straight towards us. I squint in effort to better see the cakes inside, I think it's a miracle. My folks are playing crosswords, together and divorced are both eight letters, they would be a great match if they didn't count me. I close my eyes and they go away. Actually, that's not true, I run away and I hide in a book tent. I read until I find the strength to squint again and see the world as a giant pastry shop.
(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. 
