Tires screeching, Silence. Deafening blast. Silence. Shattered windows. Silence. I see myself flying through the windshield. I slowly glide among heavy raindrops which close my eyelids shut. Darkness. I feel the warm raindrops as they fall on my eyes, and wash away all the evil I've seen. I feel them on my lips, as they wash away all the lies I've told. The rain washes all the masks I've worn off of my face. It washes Me off. I float under the hot raindrops. Spot, I hear a voice from afar, you're not allowed to pee on the hydrangeas.
(Translated by Ioana Diana Sandu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
