There was a rumour in the building, but we couldn't know for sure. It was a matter of time anyway. When it got through the ceiling, I remained still. I calculated exactly where it should have fallen, but the little devil, instead of falling as a rock, wet the wall. God, this is such a pain. The thick whitewash reduced its weight, the heat melted it and the insects stopped at it to have a bath. I was on my tiptoes with my mouth opened and with my tongue out. I was looking forward for the first snowflake.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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. 
