My walls could simply be called U.K. They're interesting, damp all the time. Green in summer, green in winter. The ceiling is awesome: a blue unlike any other, dotted with white puffs that often get sniffly and drip down on people; and at bedtime it turns into sunsets, bleeding diffusely. This room is big and hosts a mixture of races. People with complicated languages that only speak for themselves, their chins tucked into their chests. I don't hear them, I don't want to understand them. I carve out poems on this closed door with my nails. And I remain silent.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Ciucașu / 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. 
