Aunt Ucă's grandchildren are taking her to Mega. For two weeks she's been writing and erasing the shopping list, because she won't find such charity any time soon: to pick her up and to bring her back to the front of the porch by car. Emotions are overwhelming. She leaves without her glasses. Her hands tremble on the cart. Good lord, what's written here, I can't understand anymore: is it cheese, is it flour? Damn you, crazy old woman, to forget the bottles on the table. And it's not even the tally stick, look at the stupid crone, I took the list of names for the memorial service.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
