It hangs on the peeling wall. The plaster is dropped on the floor. In fact, this is only a house wall from early times. Periods of time with ivy bush. Times of roses gardens. But this yard is opposite to the station. Here at Băneasa station, it is desolate and wet and it gets dark. On the other side, there is the house of Minovici. We stepped in a wonderful garden. My step grandfather is proud to show me every single flower planted with his hands. The train passes. I have never arrived to this station by train. I do not know if the nacreous phone on the dark wall, does still live.
(Translated by Teodora Stoian / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
