My childhood home was a railroad style apartment. When she moved into the rooms towards the street I realised she had come so we can go together into the room you weren't allowed to go in by yourself. One day, the three of us locked eyes - her, me and the door hidden by a coatrack. We went in and I touched her cheek, and for a moment she let it rest against my hand. Then we walked out and woke up in a completely different house built over the old one. Thirty-nine thousand, six hundred eighty-two years had passed.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
