She was passing through the rain of the gray city smiling obsessively. Take my umbrella, I dreamt that you entered my house daily and it suited you well. We could try. My body then transformed into soft bedding in which I loved her, to not lose her on the first night. The dawn made me raise on the edge of the bed. Something from deep inside her looked at me, waiting for happiness, but it did not matter for me. Should I leave? Yes, I answered watching the street from the window. Let the door open. And I wanted to call her by her name, but I couldn't remember what the hell she said her name was.
(Translated by Claudia Cioplea / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
