As soon as the doors closed, the Little Prince chuckled. My flower is unique. And do you know why? Because the beauty of a flower lies only in the way you enjoy it. He spoke with unbridled enthusiasm, as for a crowded room, though in that moment it was just him and a little girl with a backpack with flowers. I really miss her. When the doors opened, Mrs. Garofita from the ninth floor made her cross. The smell of blossoming dreams faded as the stairwell was filling up with butterflies.
(Translated by Delia-Maria Cocoș / 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. 
