Since yesterday she'd been thinking of bringing up the hams and sausages, but to her mind came the image of racing rats and she gave up. After that, she was about to take down the dry laundry from the skylight, she buried her face into it and got intoxicated by the warm homely fragrance. Home. She sighed deeply, since she'd fled from the fury of her child's inebriation, home for her had been the garage, sometimes the park, oftentimes the street. Sold off and forsaken, the crone groaned through her heavy slumber on the hard bench, and in the chill of the night her newspaper beret, an awning for dreams and anguish, shook on her brow.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / 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. 
