Sometimes I'm five and my mom pulls me away from the front of the showcase, a bitter tone, mummy would buy it for you if she had money. Two days have passed and we are at my wedding, she's combing my hair, a muffled tone, come by, my dear, to see us. Another three days and three years, in her head. Mummy will get better, a subdued tone. I want her to be aware, I said to the doctor back then, so she could stay with me a little longer. Give her the black pills on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Now I'm afraid of the no-pills days. And then I'm ashamed. And it hurts, without her.

(Translated by Andra Daiana Păuna / 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 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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