I was upset, wrapped in a shawl of dry promises, sighing. On the other edge of the rocking chair sat a stranger, equally upset. And a little grumpy. He wore a hat and a coat printed with Bacovia's verses. As he sat down, he lifted me into the air and I could see the light behind the fence. I smiled, lifted him up too. He saw the same light and his face lightened up. Neither of us had seen the world beyond the foliage. I hope he'll come tomorrow, I'll bring him apple pie too.
(Translated by Alina-Mihaela Burciu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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. 
