Vera and Pricop sit on the balcony. They are looking at the sky. Do you think they forgot us here? Yes, they haven't asked for a report in three months. The transmitter's even discharged. And what are we doing now? she asks. Pricop'sextraphone flickers briefly. Vera's eyes, without earthly myopia, see clearly the name. An LED flickers nervously at her. Who is Laura? she asks. The neighbour on the fourth floor, her food processor broke. Pricop shrugs his shoulders, resigned: Women on Earth always have something that breaks. That's it, I'm adapting to life here, Vera, just adapting.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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. 
