Then I fell silent. I understood that by being quiet I would disappear. That's how I gained strength. The clarity of now has torn the bandage from my blind eyes. He didn't love me. Fortunately, the darkness sharpened my mind. It's a scalpel that slices incessantly. I can stand still and live more intensely than ever. He doesn't sleep anymore and when he does he screams in his sleep. I don't go through his dreams of them, but he feels me like a shiver. He likes fear and that's what I give him. And when I blow cold on his skin, he shouts my name madly. I'm a ghost and mine he will always be.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ștefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
