where the hell am I supposed to go, he replied angrily to his wife and left, slamming the door behind him. But even the last speck of dust in the house knew it wouldn't be just one. Not even an ocean would've been enough. So deep was the chasm into which he was pouring, first out of boredom, then out of habit and, more and more often lately, out of a mixture of anger, helplessness and, above all, fear - a mixture he didn't know what to call, but which felt like a hot iron being twisted in his heart when he saw her looking at him like a stranger.
(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
