He did not look for an affiliation, an accompaniment, he was simply good with himself, with life, he broke the day at dawn, he took the light, he was happy, just as empty happiness can be taken easily and clearly, as if you drank fresh water when walking through the woods. One day he found himself at a door. Exit. Where do you want me to go, he asked uncertainly, stroking with his hot fingers, as in a last passionate and instinctive tango, the
worn-out doorknob. To what you've never become. Outside of life. I feel lonely for the first time. There are many.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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. 
