The blondie, with his elbows on the table and his hands holding his head to his forehead, spoke quietly: and then there was light. The redhead, noisy, as always: you're messing things up, you were talking about the Apocalypse, what light could there fucking be? Shh, keep your shit down. As usual, man, you don't listen till the end: she came in and turned on all the lights in the house, just as I was sprawled over the slippers in the hallway and belched out on the green mat. That's when my eyes and my head hurt worse than my soul, because my soul's only been hurting since this morning.
(Translated by Andreea-Daniela Vasilache / 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. 
