I died. Right when I wanted, that is, before those I love. Yes, it would've been hard for me. Funerals, memorial services. We're a big family. I made sure they were alright, settled all my accounts, helped the poor, prayed in all churches. I loved my neighbor, too. A bit too much and too often, but sex counts as love, too, right? And look at me now. In an empty room, alone, with stones on my back and flames burning half my body. I heard if I repent, I have a chance to get to Heaven. Still waiting. Suck it, Dante.

(Translated by Eleonora Manea / 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 April 2021, the group has 5.600 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 almost daily. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

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

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