We were carolling. It was the purest time of childhood when winter was real, nuts, apples or pretzels were the best reward and money did not exist. There were girls with us too. Anyway, we all had thin voices. We entered people's yards because all the dogs knew us and barked at us, but they didn't attack us, they came to play. We wanted the same thing. Being taller, I was a kind of leader, but I was shy and sang softly. The ice flowers from the window always remind me of the time of innocence.
(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. 
