I could feel our love suffocating me. I was lost in moments of passion and forgot that my mission was different. I was already caring, and for people like us, love was a weakness. I sold him illusions and did it without remorse. I had become the monster that many feared, and he had no defence, because he didn't know who I was or where I was going. One ordinary morning, I kissed his soft lips, then blew his brains out on the white pillow. Cold and soft as a summer rain. I left written on the table "the time of the assassins".
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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. 
