Granny, Gramps, did you take the wooden beams with you to the little house in heaven? I can't find them anymore. I'm just writing to let you know I'm fine, I'll take care of the flowers for you. This morning, my fingers started a drawing on top of your own hands. The same knots with blue veins geometrically outline the descent of the hill. I still have to roll the lump to pass the fence to you. We now have 5G here on earth, we're about to reach the hologram. You have certainly united the universes. That you are only angels.
(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. 
