I was little when I understood that grandmother's palms harbor prayers, and mother hides childhood under her eyelids. The high-threshold open door, the stepping foot to adulthood, and other childish afflictions. I would like someone to give me some crumbs, so I know how to get back. You need 4 rooms to pump your existence. I hug my knees with my elbows to feel at home. What address do you live at? Send the packages to me in two places. I'm not going to lie to you, but I forgot where I'm staying, who I'm with or how long I'm staying.
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
