When you bought the house, you didn't think you'd bring me with you. The old creaky furniture gave you no clue. Neither did that locked room that you couldn't pry open with anything, nor the staircase that now leads up to a wall, although the old maid told you that they used to have parties there in the 1920s. What she didn't tell you was the day I shot them all because of her. They walled up that room. Once a year you hear the revolver shots of jealousy. They walled up the room with us in it.
(Translated by Andreea Grinţescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
