When the villagers saw that he kept growing,they held a council meeting. He should leave. Mrs. Ana, they told his mom, somewhat embarrassed, he's too big, doesn't fit inwith our village, he causes a ruckus in the street, he disturbs our garden and our mind. Plus he'll eat more and more, they said with concern. She watched him, crumpling a four-knotted handkerchief between her fingers, up until he reached the horizon. Then, one bright evening, she saw him on the hillside. His big hand was fiddling with the moon, throwing it slowly and catching it. Then he tossed some stars. He'll be alright, he's my son.
(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
