I am a crippled human soul stripped of desire, left without the most precious asset, sick with death. A fast approaching death. A belladonna flower is growing inside my chest, expanding its venomous dust filled roots all over my body. The doctor predicted my planting on this earth to occur after 109 more days. My passing will be void of suffering, but the morphine does not soothe this tiring road. J, there are days in which writing to you is hard because the bittersweet kiss of the abyss writhing inside of me is wearing me down.
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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. 
