I don't know how I got here nor why. I just know I'm being held captive for so long. Hundreds of years, I think. It's hard to tell. Time is running out very slowly. I've studied, and I know every detail of my prison. To other beings, I am invisible. I have gesticulated, cried and begged but, I couldn't make myself clear. At the most, I've managed to get a frowning face in my direction. Maybe I'm a ghost. Maybe, I've died, and this is my hell. One more shot: baby, Is it going to take any longer? I'll wait for you in the car.
(Translated by Iuliana Danciu / 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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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. 
