The red hen dashed into the grains. Shoo! These are not for you, frowned the girl, these are for the mother of the chickens. The black mother hen appeared from the corner in a rush, all blown out, nagging with indignation, followed by 15 lost chirps in the knot grass. There are enough, don't make such a fuss, said the girl surprised. That was in vain because the two of them were fidgeting, nagging deafeningly in the dust. Grandma came out of nowhere. She grabbed the two bustling hens by the wing and tossed them in different pens. I told you, said the girl, folding her arms wisely.
(Translated by Mara-Sabina Rolea / 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
