And the train chooed and I was kicking my mother in the stomach and I was in a hurry to see if I needed a ticked or not and to see Brăila and then my mother could not bear it any longer and gave birth to me on the floor and it was cold. This is what mother Lina told me, the one who kept me warm and showed me the waves, put a rod in my hand so that I would become a fisherman. The sun rises and sets in my boat. In the evening, I lie on my back, on the water, and the cranes are trains which come and go and I am a railway station. I no longer rush anywhere. One rush is enough in life.
(Translated by Alexandra Handrea / 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. 
