The plane's engine coughed four times, and then stopped. I avoided a cliff, in a dive gliding, and landed in a meadow. I have no idea where I am because I lost contact with the control tower and I don't have a GPS signal. My God, I'm saved. I see a few houses. I enter the first. It looks abandoned. So is the second, third, twentieth. In the cemetery, dozens of fresh pits. A banner hangs out of a tree: I don't trust Bilgheiț and in the occult world. Strange words. I think I was stranded on the Balkan Peninsula.
(Translated by Zahra Kazemi / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
