Silence slips in. It is the way in which darkness plays around. You'd think that all of them would sit down nice and quietly. The calm before the storm. It's only now that the uproar is unleashed. Thoughts and fears mount each other for supremacy, sinking into the swamp of insecurity. Under the boots lie cadavers that come back to life every midnight. I get undressed. Of myself. Naked, I surrender to them. Purpose? Means? Ethic? I? The others? Why? Do I want you? Do you want me? Truth? Do I exist? In the morning, unfailingly, the uproar moves outside. I smile. Such a cliché. Today is a new day.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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. 
