And was it cold there, grandpa? Did it snow every day, grandpa? Didn't you have food, grandpa? What do you mean prisoners, grandpa? Weren't you at home? But, grandpa, where were you and why? War? What's a war, grandpa? What do you mean death? What's that - death? But why, grandpa? Why should there be death? I don't get it. Tell me the story again, grandpa. Pretty please. Come on, grandpa, please, only once more. And was it cold there, grandpa? Hah, cold you say? Only for about twenty minutes, then the weather turned around, it snowed, it... all of it.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
