I'll paint you like a Baudelaire, just black and white. A vengeful smudge of grey to give sense to the remains. You tore my heart from my chest and I let you, so you could feel my pain. You returned the truth to me ravenously, distracted by the pedestal on which I had, naively, put you up on. I would quaff you every word like a messed up photograph thinking that's how you'd win back my pleasure. I survived you by leaving you pieces forever lost to the world. You owe me a life and I'll get it back. In this life or the next one.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
