It's raining relentlessly, the city deserted, neither darkness nor light. Frozen display windows, holes in the tarmac, dirty water running through the ditches. Homeless dogs looking for shelter. Her, on a street, nervous about still being nervous. She walks from one end of the street to the other, counting the slabs. He sees me. He doesn't see me. He hears me. He doesn't hear me. Him, by a window, bored by how bored he is. He watches her absentmindedly, counting her steps. She falls. She doesn't fall. She leaves. She doesn't leave. She yells. He doesn't hear. She leaves. It's not working. Cut.
(Translated by Carla Beţianu / 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. 
