They sucked on the same breast, and when they got older, they shared toys, clothes, and a room. They were like brothers. My mother loved them alike. Today everyone has their own family, their own home. Their passion for the land separate them and a fence appeared between them. I only speak through messages: you see, it's your turn to take my mother. The old woman looks resigned. She lost her husband first, then the house her children demolished. Her life swings on either side of a high fence: one month to one, one month to the other. And nowhere at home.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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. 
