My furniture doesn't stay put. The wardrobe takes off its clothes, moves to the other room, and aligns itself to the north according to all the feng shui rules. The bathroom cabinet steps out onto the balcony for a smoke, greedily inhales the fumes, and watches people on the street. Two chairs stand in front of the door, wanting to leave for good; we say our goodbyes and I close it. I don't stay in one place for long either; I look at my house, not recognizing it anymore, and I step outside with an umbrella in the rain. A few puddles move aside, letting me pass towards Nowhere.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / 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. 
