At first, when he said he loved me, it was a shock, I crossed myself. Mother in law? Excluded. She was the second one - I liked to change them. The first one did not think I existed. I was a hologram, an immaterial ghost through which she passed like the wind. She was only talking to him. No, I'm lying, she once asked me why I don't put curtains on the windows. I replied that I couldn't, her golden boy refused to hammer the props on the wall. Don't be silly, I didn't ask about the props. The second one was a miracle. Before she died, she told him she was going to haunt him if he upset me.
(Translated by Claudia Alexandra Văcărescu / 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 every few days. 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. 
