I was hurrying down the hill to catch the train. It was an autumn evening, there was a spinney and only two light bulbs, one up the hill and one down in the station. I passed a drunkard who was holding a huge knife in his hand. I'm running away with fear. I passed two girls who started screaming hysterically, I also passed an old man who was walking quietly and seeing me run away made him do the same thing. I'm thinking that he's following me and I run even faster. We all arrived at the small station. One of them was selling me the knife for a beer and the other one, disfigured, thought we were missing the train.
(Translated by Ioana Negrea / 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. 
