And a magnolia tree at the gate, I said out loud as they studied the plans spread over the foundation of the future house. Floors, garages, attics, elevators, marble, thermopane windows, I heard stiff words, noble materials,
avant-garde architecture. It was as if I had no air, not a speck of green on the papers. And a small orchard, I uttered when they paused calculating the concrete. Since they didn't notice me, I started dancing on some creaking planks. They looked at me sternly, don't you have anything else to do, what do you want? And a big swing.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
