When he left, she cried. Tears ran down her cheeks, her neck, her chest, wetting everything around. She gathered them into fists, then into glasses, pots, buckets, but still she wouldn't stop crying. Soon she moved into the bathtub, but when the tears came out of the apartment, down the hallway, down the stairwell, infuriated, she started crying even harder. By evening she had flooded the whole neighbourhood and then the town, pouring into the river and from there on to the great sea. Now she gathers lovers who fall into her clutches, waiting for the moment of his fall.
(Translated by Lenuţa Bejenaru / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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. 
