As I watched dad sleeping in the coffin, hands crossed over his chest, his soul kept jamming on the door. I immediately released him. Ever since then I obsessively open each door that comes my way. Yesterday I met a gorgeous woman, except she has one big problem. Ever since her little girl darted out of the house onto the street, and under a truck, she keeps locking doors. We both gave up on therapy and ran to declare our love at the one open gate that needs no lock. I wonder what obsessions Brâncuși had.
(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. 
