I thought. From this whole abandoned house I haven't been there. I go up. In the middle of it a chest and an umbrella. I open it. No treasure, just a camera and 3 photos: a rainy landscape, a beach and an old picture of the abandoned house. I put the cord of the camera around my neck, I put the last two pictures in my pocket. The one with the rain, brr, I throw it back in the trunk. Immediately I'm in the rain in a strange place. Scared, I look around. I only see the closed trunk. I open it and what to see, the picture with the rain. I put the picture of the beach and I disappear.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / 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. 
