The owner was waiting for me on the stairs. The house looked dark. Maybe because of the blackened stone or the ivy calves which were strangely sneaking after me. Maybe because of the narrow,
too-cold corridor or the room with the curtains falling heavy on the windows. I grabbed the two sides of the door at the end and slammed them against the wall. Come what may. The explosion of the sun blew me away, crushed my arms of resistance, twisted my mind, rolled me into the sand, and left me breathless. The rest did the sea.
(Translated by Georgiana Carmen Rădulescu / 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. 
