I'd come at the call he'dmade out of nowhere. He met me at the station, looking displeased. That's how you gear up for the mountains? put on my hiking gaiters. I rolled them over my jeans, they were enormous, I felt ridiculous. But I stayed silent, waiting for the kiss. There came only the announcement that we were going higher up, and we started towards the cable car, me walking with a rustle down the snow-free, foggy city. We were two strangers reflected in the cable car's window, and beyond us the cable lost its way into the mist, as if it was leading us into nothingness.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / 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 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. 
