Mom, I dreamt it. We were chasing the ball through the grass together. Mom, do you think he ran off into the woods where all the missing dogs live? Mom, can I send my dream to look for him? His eyes were full of hope and it was the middle of the night. I took her in my arms and promised to look for him tomorrow. How do you tell a child that his best friend isn't coming back? How do you talk to him about death? As soon as he woke up the next morning he took me in his arms and whispered in my ear. He's here. Look, he's sleeping at my feet. I can feel him.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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. 
