through which I stick my head like Jack Nicholson, only I don't have an axe. Or maybe I do. I look out and see snowflakes through the open window of the block and see an old lady crossing the street. She's slipping. She drops her
paper-wrapped bread and baloney. She picks them up and hurries towards the staircase of the block. I hear the door open and her footsteps approach my door. I pull my head back and she throws my food through the crack. Eat your food and take your pills. Close that window, please.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Marinescu / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
