He was holding my hand and we were walking together through the small forest between the park and the boulevard. Our fingers were almost touching, but I knew that he was holding me, I had so much trust that I ventured off the ground- first, my legs didn't get stuck in those bitter herbs that filled the forest, and then I could watch through the crown of the trees and I got happy, I have always wanted to do this, and I was on top of the trees and the big slide from the park was shining down. When I woke up, dad left. I never dreamed again that I was flying.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
