Sitting on the armchair, the countess threw the letters from him into the fire, one by one. The blaze swallowed them, as despair had swallowed her wounded soul. The count married a richer one. Seduced and betrayed, she waited for him as always. A thought sprouted and grew until it became a reality. She prepared the glasses, poured the drink and dropped the poison into only one. It depends on his luck. He couldn't be hers forever, but neither could another's, if he drank the poison. If she drank, she would haunt him forever. It was good anyway.
(Translated by Otilia Mocanu / 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. 
