He had found the recipe in an old book. Flour sifted three times, the eggs of three mottled hens, butter beaten three times, all quenched in fat milk milked at three o'clock. Knead it stiffly and put the cup on the stove. There she also went up to take a nap. It seems he slept a lot; the dough left unsupervised grew topsy-turvy. When he awoke, the bubble of the dough had popped off the roof and the house was floating through the universe. The sponge cake had filled the galaxy with flavours. Vanilla, raisins and nuts. The stars were drooling milky, the stove had gone out for years. Light.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
