The air in me broke as with the sweat of my brow beading in my eyelashes I was grinding away at what I dreamed was our sacred place. You know me as clumsy, I'd often swing my bat and hammer my fingers until we both went nuts. I furnished in style to my soul's liking and face, maybe that's why you felt entitled to come
muddy-booted into my dream house and be my nightmare. You desecrated me and suddenly set fire to what I built myself. I hid in the attic to drink my minds out, but you burned the ladder first.
(Translated by Oana Irina Oprea / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
