He asked me if I was going up. I smiled politely and we talked about the weather. His eyes were bloodshot and he kissed me hard on the mouth. I tried to break free from his grip, but the smell of his mouth brought me to the verge of fainting. I dug my nails into the back of his neck. You mean you didn't want that? You played innocent and smiled provocatively at me. He was my neighbour on the ninth floor, a respected man with a family. He straightened his tie and got off the elevator. Although nothing happened, I apologize. I'm a gentleman. But you could have cut your nails, bitch.
(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. 
