He consulted his watch again frightened. It was getting late and with the passing of time his hopelessness was growing. This is how they always appeared, as soon as the sun began to set. He searched feverishly for the corner where he kept his weapons and ammunition. Everything was ready, loaded. It had been carnage last night too. They came as usual after sunset. The setting was like the one in a horror movie. Blood everywhere, on the walls, on the ceiling, signs of the struggle. He counted in the morning how many there had been. Exactly thirty. Thirty bloodthirsty mosquitoes.

(Translated by Florina Șamata / 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.

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