She adored three things: the sunrise, Mircea and leeks. She pressed the button of the intercom in annoyance. Ever since he'd called, bewilderment had been clinging to her brain like a spider. She hadn't ordered anything. She didn't like delivery boys. She always avoided the postman, successfully. She rushed out of the shower, her damp hair wrapped in a towel. Splashes of water glistened on her olive skin, giving it a special glow. Reaching the door, she hesitantly opened it, the peephole revealing only a raw green colour. In all its splendour, from the bunch of leeks, a ring shouted the big question.
(Translated by Elena Patricia Măroiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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. 
