Near the fence, I told him I was leaving him, then I ran away. A haze fell slowly over the city. The sidewalk was getting blurry, the buildings getting more milky. I couldn't see anything. Out of fear, I crouched on the ground. Down there, I felt safe. I woke up on all fours, like a baby who had no idea about the world. Lost, touching the asphalt, I reached the same place, near the fence. He was waiting for me. He took my hand and lifted me up. What do we do now? he asked me. We will live happily until the fog clears.
(Translated by Andreea Theodora Drăgan / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
