in my grandparents' sitting room, in the evening, the days' adventures were melting in the heater's warmth. At noon, I had taken a bath in the wooden tub, with water warmed by the sun. I had eaten pumpkin pie baked on the roof tiles by the sun. I was somewhat of a gypsy, burnt every day in the sun. I had slurped the foam off the milk after they had just milked the goat, and the steamy polenta seemed to seduce me with its scent. Lixandra, bring a little bit of cheese for the boy. Gheorghe, pour some cherry liquor from the jug. God, I had such a great life, enjoying childhood once as never before.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
