And I still haven't forgiven him. Worse, my churchgoing relatives convinced me that divorce is a sin. That a man cannot unbind what God has bound. Maybe the devil can. Now we're flat mates. Come on, are you still holding a grudge, after all this time? I look towards the lid, pretending I am dead. Wife, I swear by all that's holy, I still only love you. I'd raise my brow ironically, but I can't. What do you say, can I have a kiss? By the skin of my teeth, straightening my bones, conserved by the food additives from the Delma margarine, I show that asshole my middle phalanx.
(Translated by Ioana Grigoruţă / 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 June 2021, the group has 6.650 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.