As I was sitting quietly, knock, knock on the door. I open, hello, you've won the hard-to-fulfil wish raffle. Hardly do I make sense of it when he enters the house. He lounges on the armchair, lights a cigarette and says, I'm the big prize, won't you pour me a drink? Maybe you don't believe me, I'm not crazy, neither did I dream. He's moved into my attic and is running everything from there. No one enters, no one leaves, the city is under lockdown, the house is sealed, and I got myself a black talking tom with knightly whiskers.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / 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. 
