Where Lăpușneanu Street was ending, Grumăzescu's antique shop was placed. There was a thicket of books displayed on the pavement, where my brother had sold me all the volumes I had bought with my
hard-earned begging money. The day I went to get my books back, the old crooked nose had answered my plea with a swear word, telling me that he bought them for money, and he sells them for money. I had no money, so each day, I went back and stole them. The crooked nose sniffed me out, but he didn't say anything. We'd become friends.
(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. 
