Ugh, you never close the door. I can't. When we moved into his place, he told us that the fireplace has a few issues. That he'd look at the filter. It was cold that day. Mom lit the fire. He was outside. I was in the hallway and I got nauseous. I told Mom but she couldn't hear me. She was in bed, in the bedroom. I got close to her. She was asleep. I wanted to get in next to her, but I had schoolwork to do. I covered her up and shut the door so she'd be warm. Then I fell to the floor. When I awoke, his words were raining down on me like stones: there, you've killed your ma'.

(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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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