Just like his old man, he was gritting his teeth as he poked at the fire. His pops had been MIA for two days, didn't even bother to drop a line to let them know where he was at. Their mom was struggling to keep the room warm where all three of them crashed. He was getting nosy about his grandpa who kicked the bucket the year he was born. He stepped outside, trudging through the untouched snow. He headed towards the house where he thought his grandpa might be. He grabbed onto the windowsill, tiptoed up, and pressed his nose against the glass. His grandpa was surrounded by sheet music, fiddling on his violin.
(Translated by Andreea Tobă / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
