He's been walking harder and harder, been using a cane for a while now. He's helpless, mother said, we'll bring him at our place. But yesterday, while we were crossing Transylvania, grandpa suddenly shouted to me: stop. I have one more thing to do. In this village, I prepare to ask, but he had already got out. He thought for a moment, then threw away his cane loathingly and he ascended high over a fence: Letitia, he called. Who's there, a voice was heard. It's me, Oliver. She has lively eyes, I'm thinking, looking at the old woman at the gate. You? You've come, my dear? How long I have been waiting for you.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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. 
