He had received the box, hurried to open it. Brown oasis in a changing world: inside, the small, familiar object. Chinese pen with tiny pen, a friend for cold evenings. Soaked in ink pitch, Mozart squeaked on the sheet. The pages are covered in snow, the memories are as long as winter. Who else can cry in front of an ink stain: an oracle blackened by time. How was their game? Flowers, girls, and boys. Only she knows the code, surrounded by strangers with phones in their hands.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
