Open up. Police. C'mon, man, stop joking, the wasted man shouted toward the door. I've told that idiots we're busy, he cackled to the girl lying next to him. Let them wait, if they come when they shouldn't. Stark naked, they began to laugh stupidly. Empty bottles lay on the bedside table. The door has flown off its hinges. The coppers barged into the bedroom. Somebody was filming everything from behind. Stay down, they yelled to the bed. What do you mean, the youngsters tried to contain their laughter. C'mon man, that's not the right apartment. We're on the wrong floor.
(Translated by Mihaela Dumitrescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
