Although she had learned to avoid the closed doors since she was little, she descended, only sometimes, on an old rope when we were least expecting, into the middle of the chamber, laying down the food. We were feasting on each other, and then, in a ritual of denial, we were boarding up the windows and starving ourselves for another year. When the first white hair appeared in your beard and my solitude game wasn't working, she shouted at us: You fools! And, for the first time, I saw her: what impetuous love; we both got emotional. Is she ours? Did we give birth to her? She grew so big.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
