I spat more blood than usual. I see my face in the five red spots. I look like my dad when he was my age. I look in the mirror and repeat to myself that I am neither the first person to die. Nor the last. I clean the sink and wash my face. For a few minutes I feel like living and I remember an ex-girlfriend. Should I call her? Maybe we'll do it one more time. I'm so stupid. Instead of thinking about the soul, I still hope for a last not wasted erection. I reach the living room, put my head on the pillow, and open the prayer book.

(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 almost daily. 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.

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