I knew she would come afterwards. I was waiting for her. I filled my lungs with the silence of the night and closed my eyes. She seemed to float through the wave of hot, summer air that pulsed towards me foretelling its arrival. I could smell her, a mixture that reminded me of nothing. I went inside to make sure everything was ready. I turned on the music: Wagner's
Valkyrie. The waters parted and left the ground empty and barren. And the light came. After hundreds of years the bunkers could open safely.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
