The foster grandmother of the girl I was to marry welcomed us with fondness and milk with polenta. We'd wandered through apple and pear orchards, the cherry season had ended, but dried they were still fine. We'd fished in the lake, picked hazelnuts and ruby-orange cherry plums. Grandma was frying the crucian carps. Come to the attic, said the girl, I'll show you how I hid for fear of dad. The imposing dry oak casket kept in storage dampened my erotic dreams. Granny, how you take care of everything. After a year we cleared out the attic. The grandmother was smiling.
(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. 
