He hadn't been to the disco in a long time, since he was young. After two minutes, he startedto feel likeescaping that place. His wife adjusted, looked at the lights and even started to nod slightly. Speakers were banging in his chest, funnily-dressed people were flapping their limbs chaotically. Pure therapy, he thought. You either get better or cleaned up. He started screaming at the DJ, next to the booth. I'd like a dedication for my wife, Ana, from me, Manole. The song
The wall. Which one?
The Wall, the one with"Teacher, leave them kids alone". All right, Floyd. Manole, nice to meet you.
(Translated by Oana Ionescu / 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. 
