I welcomed you in my home, arms, bed. We watched movies together, we read from the same book. I took you with me around the world, hiding you under some smiles, so nobody could see you. I put you sometimes in front of the mirror and let you watch you cry. I hated you. During the day we scattered among people, then, during the night, under the pillow, be would merge again into one body; you would push onto me until you penetrated my skin and you filled me inside with something I could call pain. Farewell, solitude. I think I fell in love.
(Translated by Paula-Silvia Codescu / 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. 
