Hello, my love. Happy birthday. I brought you some flowers. I'll put them here, next to the other ones. It's so quiet here in your garden. For a while I began wishing for a bit of quietness as well. Especially since you moved out. Well, with God's will, I will soon move next to you, my love. Come on, I'll let you rest now. I'll come back to have another chat. Leaning on the stone cross, the old man stood up and started slowly walking on the alley guarded by the blossomed cherry trees.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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. 
