The child was pulling behind her the donkey tied with a rope. From behind a rosebush, a man with tousled hair and rumpled trousers emerged. She wiped her face with the flowery lap of her dress and barely smiled at him. You didn't come yesterday, the boy puckers his lips. My mother is sick, my heart is like a ball, it goes easily to the stars. Do you think we'll be alone beyond? she asked him and looked at the blue calm in his eyes. He jumped up and hugged her. I don't know, but here I will always be with you and he handed her an apple as big as two fists.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
