Sometimes he cried, sometimes he cursed angrily, sometimes he threw stones, but for a while now I felt he was up to something: he was chopping down trees, rhythmically hitting them with a sharp stone, then tying them up with vines, without giving me a glance. I watched him carefully, pretending not to care, but I had discovered the pleasure of putting my mind to use: at night I was ruining what he was working on during the day. And when he broke down and threw himself into the ocean, disappearing into the distance, I learned that people are weak, but they can be useful. I took my cubs and we moved into his hut.
(Translated by Lenuţa Bejenaru / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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. 
