I woke up early. Monday, any early is too early. I sharpened my right eye and stabbed her seven times, with greed, to learn her lesson. Then I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her after me into the yard under the oak. As I dig the pit, I hear everyone fussing and shouting at me without a name, and they take my new, white, oversized shirt. I lie on my back, the grass and I count and hold each other. Who's more crazy, me because I killed Monday or those who tie your soul's hands behind your back?
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / 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. 
