My father was a sculptor. We were living off of selling of dubious quality works at amounts that would ensure our subsistence. There was a lot of dust entering our pores, that we inhale it up through our nose with lust. Sometimes it reached our stomachs. My mother was asthmatic, but she loved this madman with all her being. He molded her breasts into stone and she giggled, drowning in a dry, incurable cough. One day, my father took me into his arms and said: I love you so much. I'll carve you in stone. You'll always be a child. And so it was.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, setting their texts within the limit of 500 symbols (in Romanian language, so in English the limit might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise with an almost daily changed topic. 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.