He didn't look like an architect. Rather the shy intellectual type. Tall, blonde, sobersmile, fine glasses. You'd have thought that the conversations with him would be trips through the world's libraries. He had the nicest hands, with long fingers like flapping wings. When our hands touched an electric arc emerged. Just from that? That's not good, I told myself. We didn't arrive where we set off to. We stopped in a field; it was raining and I was on the car hood. The thunder had set off the alarm, my bottom was burning and he said: this would be a nice ground for a house.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2022, the group has 9,250 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. 
