The castle was the outer shell, but it was the essence that intrigued me. Its rooms. I wanted to burn in all of them. I left a letter urging prudence before its shut gates. Looking up at the battlements, he did not hear my footsteps. In a drawing room I took off my endless soul, painting myself naked, letting my desire drip down the canvas. From the red threads of my eyes, I wove a scarf. I left it on his throne and when he wrapped it around his neck, he understood that if the castle were ever too small for him, I would open the vulva of my iron gates.

(Translated by Cristina Fliter / 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 October 2021, the group has 7.275 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 Ficțiuni Reale.

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