Before leaving, he double checked: the wallet, the tie knot, the discreet, masculine cologne, the stove, the cat bowl, lights, keys. He checked the door, exactly three times, made the sign of the cross with his tongue, and that's it. Before leaving, she knew that everything was as it was supposed to be, the look launcher, the
Molotov-red lipstick, the grenades, the bow of her hips and a few white arms of tested efficiency, concealed by
barely-detectable lace. A drop of sarin gas between the breasts, one of scopolamine behind the ears. She sent an air kiss in the mirror and left, already victorious.
(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 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. 
