I wanted to leave, but you were holding me there, with the tape of silence covering my mouth, with hate, with your clothes damp from fear, with the weight of a concrete block or with something as heavy as ten delivery trucks in a supermarket parking lot, only pressing on my chest instead. Fear was seizing every muscle, every finger. I could hear the water running in the bathroom, and we were plunging in waterfalls, bricks, books flying in the air, everything tasted of erase and rewind, the knives were twisting themselves in wounds. I don't want to nap at noon anymore. I always have nightmares.

(Translated by Ioana Diana Sandu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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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