When Alberta entered the door, she realized that she left a wall behind her and that she would never leave the same from there. But she quickly forgot the thought, suddenly dizzy by the new emotion, the light reflected in the wine, the exoticism of the diners. Where have I been until now? But the answer didn't matter, she was there. She was placed at the end of the table, as a last comer, even then unconfirmed, and a thought erupted in anger: Who do you think you are? Without me you would be nothing. And she slammed the pen, tossing ink to the right and left, then turned her manuscript upside down, suddenly frightened.
(Translated by Ioana Negrea / 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. 
