I close my eyes and reach in an instant, grab one, put it in my pocket and run. Nobody saw me, angels are asleep at this hour. I know, because one night I asked mine for something and he didn't hear me. Neither the next night, nor the night after that. I turn around, don't open my eyes, so what I've taken shouldn't disappear from my pocket, like last time, and run to my parents' room. They are sound asleep, their backs to each other, far apart. I take the star out of my pocket and throw it between them. I hope it'll chase away the darkness they keep saying they're sinking into.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
