0. He had guessed the
pin-code of the phone, she was in the shower, he was reading the message over and over again until the letters got tattooed on his retina: remmus ym era ouY. His life, turned upside down, no longer made sense. 3, 2, 1, and push, shouted the driver of the van that was carrying them to the psychiatric hospital. It had skidded on the snow, the dark smoke of the engine that packed in was veiling the way back, in front - there was a white stillness. Her heart tasted like winter, he remembered, he had taken it out and eaten it, the judge did not agree that all those who love become cannibals.
(Translated by Ecaterina Bucovanu / 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. 
