My grandmother's diary flapped its cane and maple wings. Like a bird wretched for years, she showed her yellow feathers, a single page falling into my lap from the flight of memories. The rest turned into the dust of time, covering the rotten wood. Cure for illusions: I give the cure that I know to you. On a Midsummer night, observe five stars, five yellow bedstraws, five wormwood leaves, and five drops of wine in five crumbs of bread; boil them for five hours over a low danewort fire. Once every five minutes say five truths. Cael eif.
(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / 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. 
