As soon as Jo left her body, Ela ran for the window. Come, Jo, beloved shadow, find me, her echo filled the empty house. You're playing with fire, he replied, watching her open the window and swinging on the ledge. Didn't you tell me that you are ready to feel anything? This is what we're here for after all. To feel. Desire, fear, pain. Come, then, watch me as I jump. How I will fly for a minute and then I'll be gone. Ela, wait. Don't be a child. Life is not a joke. But what is it, Jo? She asked as she threw herself in the void holding him by the hand.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
