We last saw each other ten years ago, at a former chemical plant. I had come wearing what he had left me, a
boudoir-like red dress, and some high heels that kept getting caught on the wires. In the middle of the platform, a huge basket sat a huge basket of flowers. A romantic, I thought. Between the flowers, he left a note saying
In this story, we're playing with death again. I knew it wasn't a metaphor, and the wolves were already biting my breath. When my shout broke through the ruins, I was already on my way back. And it smelled of carrion.
(Translated by Marius-Alin Lazăr / 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. 
