The hall was getting hotter and hotter. Not even in the upper part of the hall, where the Sun barely reached it, was cooler. Actually, it was so hot that the ice in your cocktail melted even without the cocktail. The water reached their little thighs. They kept on giggling, emitting carbon dioxide through their little restless mouths. Something was burning in the hall's corner. And they, all 7.9 billion, were still sitting quietly, waiting in shame for what they had done to this waiting room called Earth.
(Translated by Ana Spînu / 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. 
