I've been running since the zombie invasion. I was hiding in abandoned houses. I was fast asleep. I would eat if I was lucky. Yesterday I found a glade and this cottage.
Two-finger dust, no one around. Wood in the shed, cans in the pantry, a good bed. I light the fire, I swallow a can of beans with bone. I take the cauldron, head for the spring. I breathe freely and my mind flutters happily. My foot slips, I step bare, a net catches me in my straps and I hear. What do you think, Dad, I'm telling her this would go for a bean sprout.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / 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. 
