My friend was not expecting death until tomorrow. In the college's hallway, he lit a cigarette under the sign
No smoking. Mind you, the others kept disapproving, but he would take the sign down and draw a window. When age was
short-circuiting us, we would unscrew our heads and wander around with open necks, dry of existential thirst, among revelations and stars. The days passed unimpossible. After college, I built myself in house, job, family, tree. With your mind, my friend, I'll write the book about those who laugh every day as if it were Friday.
(Translated by Oana-Roxana Dicilea / 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. 
