Where are you, he was quacking while snooping around. I know where I last saw you, he grinned. In the hallway, nonchalantly leaning against the door. But now you are, now you're not, you're hiding, and without you, she sighed, it's hard, it's impossible. Look, it's getting dark. This full, dreamy, giant moon climbing behind the trees, can you feel it pulling us? Ah, there you are, stumbling, ha ha, we were looking in the same direction. Be good, wait for me, he whispered. We leave at midnight. The moon was growing white. The broom's wooden tail, patiently leaning against the glass, was outlined with silver.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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. 
