The oak had always been a part of her. She would read under it, it protected her from all evil, it was her father, her friend, her lover. I fell in love and I'm getting married. I will move out of the city, but I promise you I'll come back every year and I'll keep you posted. Here I am. I'm going to have a baby. One more baby. They got married. We're alone now, we love each other more than ever. I missed you. Now I'm all alone. Wasn't there an oak here? It withered. It had fallen for a woman. It didn't hear from her.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
