Howls and gunshots can be heard from outside. What kind of music shall I listen to? Queen. I've opened myself a bottle of wine from 1988, the year I was born. I've lit a Cuban cigar and sat down comfortably in my chair. The doorbell. I grab a knife. A frightened girl. I open the door. Letitia? I don't want to feel lonely today. We chat for a little while. The doorbell. Angela? I don't want to feel lonely today. We chat for a little while. The doorbell. Andreea? I don't want to. I know. In two hours' time the house was packed. And then they started to argue. I managed to get outside without them noticing.
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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. 
