You don't know what this guy and I were like. Miri sighed. He couldn't live without me. He was always looking for me with the fly swatter. He used to chase me laughing, but he could never catch me. He had been talking to himself lately. Today he is returning from vacation and he certainly misses me, his old friend. When he opens the door, he will see us all. He'll find out he doesn't have only one friend anymore. The centipedes applauded. Hunchbacked, a pale man entered the house and turned on the light. 543 feet looked at him hopeful. The man screamed briefly and began to cry.
(Translated by Claudia Alexandra Văcărescu / 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 March 2022, the group has 8,050 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. 
