I'm pulling on my knee socks that keep slipping off. My knees are all scabbed, I can't wait to rip them off. On my head, I have a wreath of almost wilted flowers. I tuck a corner of my stocking into my shorts. One of my shorts is torn, I take the other one off, throw them over the fence. The asphalt scorches the soles of my feet and I start to jump from one leg to the other. I run to the water fountain and put my feet under the cold spray. Soon the others come, we splash water on each other, laugh, scream, soaking wet. Grandmothers shout at us from the gates. It's lunch time.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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. 
