I'm not sick, because I wasn't healthy either. I don't hate anyone, even though I have a mother.
I'm never hungry because I'm not a child anymore. I don't need anything, because I have nowhere to put it. I don't laugh at life, because I risk losing myself and making you cry. Only I wander the corridors, until darkness begins to smell of you, ground floor, two big steps left, two steps forward, three steps of dwarf's walk, eight knocks on the door, five kisses until they find us. I'll come see you tomorrow, whistle if they move you to another salon.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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. 
