You told me you loved me like the sun and that without me you would go out of your mind and die. That's why I didn't leave you out on the streets, why I got you a job, meals and a studio apartment. When I came back from my business trip the mold was shining in the bathroom, in the kitchen there was smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife and there was a barefoot kid shaking by the door. The thin woman next to him said she was your wife and that you'd told them to wait out on the stairs until I'd left. And so I'm going back to my castle, a complete mess, rich again, free again.
(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 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. 
