I wouldn't want to know because in the swirl of regrets I would lose even the last bit of humanity. I'd roar like an animal caught in a trap and I'd struggle to escape, brutally killing everything standing in my way. I'd tear trees apart, I'd split the sky in two, I'd kill everything that is a smile. So that there will be nothing left after me. Who am I kidding? I'd climb the tallest hill, I'd sit on a patch of grass to feel it's green smell and to grow roots in my grave. I'd stay silent watching the last sunset. I was here.
(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / 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. 
