Unlike other little boys, he had two homes: at Mom's and at Dad's, one Sunday a month. Sometimes Dad was caught up with urgent chores and couldn't take him home. Then Mum would turn into a witch and scream on the phone that she was entitled to a day off too, that she hadn't made the baby herself. In his room, at home from his mother's, the little boy prayed with folded hands and closed eyes: God, I ask you from the bottom of my heart to forgive me and I promise you that I will be good. Even better.
(Translated by Andreea-Iulia Ciucă / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
