What's up with you? The past is in the past. And how about the key? It's on the table, the same table that was big when you were small, and small when you grew big. Maybe you'd like some tea. And he took a painted cup and put inside it three
forget-me-not leaves. From the samovar he poured the steam of a water that only flowed from memory. I remember you, somehow, but time is great and I'm stuck in the present. Then, Alice, you'd better but a hat and forget. Hatter, you know I can't do this, not even for the round second in which I understood too little and wanted too much.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
