He opened his eyes. Through the cracks of a falling roof he saw a patch of clear sky. He was terribly cold, his legs were numb. He tried to stand up on the head of the bones, leaning on the elbow of his right hand. He saw the dried blood that had soaked into his khaki uniform sleeve. He was missing two fingers. The left was living flesh. He began to roar in fear. He was lying in a pool of sweat in his room. what is it he said to me. A nightmare. Firecrackers are fired. The world has cursed you and your friends.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
