I'm losing my footing, I do not understand my dizziness. I see the entrance door opened wide and the neighbour's hand stuck into my arm fighting with words and dragging me onto the stairwell in the dark. A clump of people who are worrying in front of the concrete box. It smells of methane gas. A mother from the clouds screams instinctively with madness for us to catch her children, that she wants to throw to us. I see flames on the horizon and Dunărea's rumble can be heard roaringly. For the first time, the neighbours hug each other in front of the apartment building that spins with the ground underneath it in a shaking March.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / 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. 
