The meat was shivering on her like the aspic on the plate. She would have torn pint after pint of flesh from her bones, just so that the little light inside her wouldn't be torn out and become a sun with eyes. It's between you and him, she heard the butcher in the white coat. It's between me and me, asshole. Through the cabinet window, the sun was escaping somewhere between now or never. Then she felt nothing. Never. And there were no mornings after that, because her living sun had wandered into a sky beyond life.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
