The neon sign was hanging low from the imposing wooden door, giving me the impression that it would end up being smashed to smithereens. I'd had an online interview with the owner concerning the position of receptionist. The man was from Cluj, that's why only the Apoca was still with its lights on. That's one crafty man, I told myself, as I was going in. At the front desk, a Gothic lady told me to take my shoes off, although there were no signs of any carpets on the floor. She led me to an enormous room which gave off the smell of wineries and animal carcasses. Take a seat, it will be here. We're all waiting for it. Who do you mean? The Apocalypse, man.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
