Bicu could no longer see well. Bica had good glasses, because she sewed and cooked and fed the creatures in the garden. Bicu had planted some plants and was very mad that they weren't grafted as he knew from his Bicu. And he started grafting them himself in the spring, with the briar he'd used at the front, with Bica's scissors and some brandy from which he used to grease the trees and the bushes. In summer, apricots and pears grew on the apple branches, quinces and peaches on the pear tree branches. A miracle, said Bica, weeping.
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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. 
