The centipede got out of the closet tactfully. It didn't matter anymore that his family lived there for generations, or that his wife threw him a bag and a child on his back. He was tired of old clothes, cardboard boxes and mothballs. He didn't have anything else in his plan. Just to eat an apple or a leather handbag. He climbed the kitchen table and flapping all his feet, went towards an apple. A slap suck his stomach to his back. His last thought was his wife screaming at him that the closet does not feed you but it keeps you alive.
(Translated by Nina Iulia Tufă / 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 2021, the group has 6.400 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 Ficţiuni Reale. 
