I'm desperate. Ever since I got here, 8 days ago, I'm bored to death. I have no one to talk to. The neighbor on my left is an Englishman. All he does is smoke and think. And when he doesn't do that, he is hunting down criminals alongside his partner. He's a great detective, or so he says; he's helping the London Police a lot. On my right, there's another crazy one: he got out of prison on a cliff and now he's training with his sword all day long in the yard. This one is French, or maybe Italian - I didn't quite get it. I want to move out, do you know what I have to do? Thanks, Anna.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
