She came back to her childhood home after many years. There are still shadows of the long gone and loved ones, the coffer with mottled memories, an old pickup, the mysterious corners, the flavours and noises that used to link the threads of day and night. After many years, she feels like a child again, remembering that smell of walnuts and the breeze of happiness. But time continues to fly seen as spots of light on the walls. She's an adult now, but she'd pretend to be a child for one more day. There is someone shouting from afar. Mom, is this your tree house? Why don't we move here?
(Translated by Ioana Oacheșu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
