They searched in vain for three days and three nights. He had escaped according to a well-laid plan. He didn't know where he was, but he was free. He buried his clothes, waited for the night, and helped himself in the first yard where he saw some clotheslines. It's not the end of the world if I take rag, after all. He couldn't walk in his birthday suit in the middle of the day, either. A dress with big yellow flowers covered his nakedness. The sun left the sky long ago, and he was far from all the past. He didn't care if anyone looked at him. He thought of his new life. He smiled. He had succeeded.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
