You would sneak into it when you didn't want to sleep through lunch. Or when you had to eat spinach, cheese or soup - nasty. When the nurse would come to give you your penicillin shot. When you didn't want to come inside after a whole day of playing outside, even though you were freezing cold. When you'd laze around like a cat on dark, rainy mornings. All you had to do was close your eyes and her door would open. You'd be bathed in a silky light and sink into a velvet cradle. Everywhere smelled of cocoa and milk. Do you remember?
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / 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. 
