I am roughly four. I like to write. One pencil and one notebook make me very happy. Only, I can write the best with chalk. When I get bored of the little wooden board, I write on the wardrobe, driving my grandmother mad. Let her be, Clara, my grandfather gently defends me. The girl is writing a novel and she needs space for it. It is a letter, I chuckle at the end of the first row. Do you have such a big envelope?, he wittily asks, and my hand freezes
mid-air. If only I had known I'd never get to see him the next day, I would have read it to him. I would have said Goodbye.
(Translated by Ioana Grigoruță / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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. 
