I'm afraid of doors. Window doors that can be broken with a piece of wood thrown by my mother after my father. Window doors behind which the Wiked Crane searches inside your heart, tying your veins in your throat so you cannot scream for help. Window door through which your father's eyes check whether you are asleep, whether you put on your pyjamas, whether your breasts have grown. Doors by which, when you open them, the kin blood rushes in and spits you out, you black sheep, in a vortex, up to the No Return Wild West.
(Translated by Anca Cristina Ilie / 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. 
