Screwed on the chair, Lina narrows her eyes. Where the hell am I? growls she horrified. She gazes around and sees an empty hallway, with hundreds of chairs lined up. At one end, a white light burns her eyeballs, at the other end, one that is raw green, like the leaves in spring, relieves her stinging pain. A shadow props up in front of her. On the left is God, on the right you return home, it tells her, but you choose where you want to go. I'm a fool or what? shouts Lina. At home - Ghiță beats me, in heaven - father whacks me. I'm staying here, in the hallway.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
