Ever since I had the accident. You were sitting next to me and you didn't say anything. I got into that pole where the engine flew 100 yards away. I stood still, fastened to the belt, with the car compressed like a huge roll of tin stuffed with me. I was in the hospital for eight months. I've been in aviation for a few years. Statistically, the chances of an accident by car are 1 in 100 while by plane, only 1 in 9,000. And now I wake up with you here in the cockpit. Could this be good? Death said nothing.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Mușetescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
