At dawn, the Lord descended, through a corner of a window, into the church on the hill. He stood with his chin in his fist and waited. The hour of the holy liturgy passed and the door did not open. Maybe it was vespers, he thought. He was dozing when the door creaked and a baby entered. The Lord rubbed his eyes, the baby still there. The baby rubbed his eyes, the Lord was still there. Then they played hopscotch and made little men out of pita bread. The baby ran to take the news to the village. The Lord knew only too well when they would believe that news.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by conf. dr. Daria Protopopescu / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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. 
