The little girl climbs the wooden stairs weakened by time.She opened the attic door and entered. She was not frightened by spider webs like lace laid out to dry in the sun. Shestepped around them and stopped by the moon's eye projected over the small chest. She opened it slowly. A rag doll, a wooden horse, a few small dresses, a toy theatre. She touched the doll. She shook her head, blinked, then jumped on the horseand took off running over the walls. The horse's hooves left sparks behind that clung to spider webs, to stars.
(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. 
