I would always find her there. Dimmer and dimmer, greyer, a shadow that had taken the shape of the wall. I asked my colleagues if they knew her. They hadn't seen her. Each time, a bruise appeared on my neck, and the woman in the elevator took shape. We could tell by looking at each other. I didn't know what floor she was going down, so I decided to follow her. The elevator stopped by itself on the same floor, where no one was getting off. Then I saw her flirting with one of her colleagues. I was leaning against the elevator wall and looked in the mirror. And she was me.
(Translated by Anca Maria Florea / 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. 
