Taxi, taxi, yelled the man, shaking the car keys like a bell. She followed him, as if drawn by a magnet. The car is in the underground parking lot, he whispered in front of the airport, making her become a little afraid. They were two floors underground, in the dark, when the driver let her know there will be three more passengers. This is it, the woman thought, but she didn't stop. They got to the car. She opened the door. The light of a flashlight blinded her. Ching Ting, Chiki Tiang, Pow Pow, nize tu mit u, said the darkness with a lisp. Then it giggled.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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. 
