It might've been around midnight when he was woken up by the sound of plates smashing against the walls. An "I wish you loved me like you did on the first day" took him by surprise and choked him. Through lashes, she looked like a raging Kraken, ready to drown them both. He wished that the episode would end before it started, because for him there was no longer any place for passion. The lethal way she lived was wearing him out. As if for the last time, he got up, covered her naked shoulders, wiped the runny mascara, and asked her: Are we going to Paris again.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
