He didn't flinch when he heard the creak of the door opening. He was shivering, not from fear, but from the cold that had entered his body allthis nightspentwandering through the woods until he found this stable. At 12 years old, it was already the third time he had run away from orphenage. Through the darkness, the child caught a glimpse of the old man's long white beard and heard his deep voice saying: welcome. He felt the palm of his icy handtouching his cheek, and then the hotness invading his body, as if he had finally came home.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
