The threadbare sock wiped the pavement, the bottom of the dress blackened with dust. Angy had limped for a while, but now she held her remaining shoe in her hooked toe and hummed a slightly strained waltz. The guy she'd met at the ball had kind of stripped her mind and her blouse, lucky the little buttons turned into a chastity plate. She opened the door of the house, her stunned gaze at the sink of dirty dishes drew a sigh. With slow gestures she took off her dress. Then her wig and eyelashes. She squeezed her red, sad mouth and pressed a kiss on the mirror.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
