My grandparents had a duck farm. I didn't eat the duck with pepper and vanilla sauce, on the 120th floor. No. On Sundays, when we returned from Church, the strong sunlight drag us onto the porch. On the white tablecloth, Grandma placed the fried duck, well-browned, with cheese. Grandpa came with a pot filled with polenta and a thin thread. He flipped the hot polenta on a cutting board and I sliced it with the thread. I loved that ritual. You're going to tell him that you're not an orphan? No, I'm going to show him. I'll show him what a good fried duck is too.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
