What do you mean, there is no Horses' Easter? Don't you tell me they don't even have Christmas. And who gives them presents? But daddy, the horses must be really sad. This is not fair at all, Lori said, putting a pouty face on. She shook her head in revolt, ready to cry. The girl's wheat-coloured curls dispersed her grief and the whole yard filled with innocence. If you want, we can give them presents. Can we, can we? her eyes lit up.The arms of a happy child now entwined the knees of the taller guy. You're good, daddy.
(Translated by Oana Ionescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
