Vlad left first. In a rush, at the age of 18. Two years later, my dad was lost after his one and only nephew left. Grandma, a sweet lady, the way I thought no mother-in-law could ever be, chubby and funny, managed to bear it a few more years, but one morning she said her farewells and closed her eyes. Next was my mother - jealous of my dad in case he was making trouble without her - and Sister, my nun nanny. They're up there, lighting up my nights, but I'm scared, if I live a long life there will be a sky full of stars that hurt me to the core.
(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. 
