22.03.2025
Iulia Biro
Twenty thousand years ago, I wanted to die when I thought about how long I have to live like that, in a forever night. At the first ray of light, the run into the house or, depending, in the tomb, if you were the type that can live without comfort. No vacation, no flirting at a coffee and a croissant in the morning, rien de rien. Today, it was something else: with sunglasses and SPF 50+, I sat on the roadside and I read the news that announced a lack of blood transfusion. Money and the technology solve everything.

Andra Toropoc
She finished her job and she set the table in the garden. She was tired, but her worries kept her awake, so she sat on the bench near the front gate waiting for the kids. They stopped by on their way to the beach, but since her grandchildren had grown up, they only stayed for a few hours. But for her it was an infinity of joy. She heard the car, she quickly got up, with her hands pressed to her cheeks. Nervously, in her eyes tears of melted gold were dancing with joy and she was sincerely smiling anticipating their exulting exclamation: how good it smells, mother made us doughnuts again.

Florentina Enache
He was waiting relaxedly for his turn to come. He didn't have jitters or ambitions or empty hopes anymore, even though a victory would have been more than welcomed. When they called out his name, he loosened up and took a step forward. He opened his eyes wide, breathed easily and carefully took aim at the target. At that very moment, a ray of sunlight fell playfully on his lenses. Yusuf blinked once and he remained surrounded by the silver gilding which covered his head like a halo. He quickly touched the lucky coin in his pocket, a charm inherited from his Janissary ancestor. Old, he whispered smiling.

(Translated by Eliza Radu / 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 October 2024, the group has 13,400 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, Monica Aldea, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.

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