I used to do my homework in the hallway, in first grade. Under a light bulb. Remember that? Because the bedroom was where my brother worked, at the window. He was in seventh grade. The living room was sacred. That was where my folks slept and held New Year's parties. Anniversaries. Baby showers Name day celebrations. Christmases. Easter parties. Pay days. Anything except homework. That day I had to copy a text about a hedgehog from my book. I wrote Hedge- as the last syllable on the row, and -hog on the next row. When mom came, she read it and tore out the page. She dictated it to me as I should write it. In the end, I tore it out. Done.
(Translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru / 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. 
