I could see in front of my eyes. My feet were sinking into the sand and my mouth was getting drier and drier. No sign of a village. The wind was starting to blow. I didn't know where I was going and I was getting more and more tired. The sun was about to set and the desert seemed covered in dust. Most likely, I was passed out when the man threw water on me. Filthy world, filthy world, he muttered, spinning on the spot. What world are you talking about, man? The burnt one, the burnt one. That's when I knew who it was. It was Lot.
(Translated by Delia-Maria Cocoș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
