I get out of the airport. I get into the taxi and ask the driver to take me to the hotel where I used to come with my boyfriend until recently. I'm also looking at the list of movies I need to see today. Progressive movies. As I like them, I tell myself, then I check if I got my ID. It's the first weekend I'll be a single woman again. I missed that feeling. The taxi turns left. Suddenly I don't recognize anything anymore. It's like everything is part of another world. Alert alarm. People are running in the streets. Airplanes. Victims. The driver doesn't understand what I'm saying. It's war.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / 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 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. 
