He closed the drawer. It didn't go all the way to the back. He tried a couple of times. It remained half closed. He opened it. Worms. He closed it swiftly. He remained frozen, breathing heavily.
I'm here, right now. He searched for a mug on the shelf. Full of worms. He dropped it on the ground. It broke into pieces. The worms were squirming on the floor. He evaded them, terrified. He went into the bathroom. From the cabinet's door, green flies were watching him attentively. He stretched out his arm slowly. He opened the door. The worms were crawling between bottles of medicine. He ran to the bedroom, to the silhouette on the bed. He took a seat next to it.
Mommy, wake up.
(Translated by Ana Stănilă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 February 2022, the group has 7,950 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. 
