The smell of expensive perfume, crystal glasses and fine cognac. A button's push away was the flight attendant who would grant any wish. Class was known, everyone was relaxed, in their own environment. She was comfortable, exactly where she had always wanted to be. Businessmen, artists, thin folk, chatting in whispers or minding their own business with their eyes in their laptops. The stewardess approached her and said in a bewildered voice: You should know that I brought you the shoes you left on the stairs of the plane, we have to take off.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
