Auntie Victoria was Grandpa's sister and, like him, had thick glasses. When we used to come on holiday, we would first inspect the stile. It was usually clogged with weeds. Don't go to Chioara, Grandma warned me. She gossiped about me in the village again. I'd jump it if I found it free. Waiting for the rose jam, I admired the woolen carpet on the wall. Do you like it? It will be yours when I die. Now they're sleeping next to each other, with no fence between them. I light a candle for them. What wall will the red roses, woven on a white background, hang on?
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / 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. 
