he had his lair. He invited me for a coffee. It was my first time going for the last time at his. I admit that he was very excited to see me, that those touches were my fault, because I'm such a tantalizing woman. So, I cut him off. Well, also his tongue and cheek off. But he had nothing to say. It's a little hard when dead. And especially so with a knife buried in your throat and jutting out from the left eye socket. Then I froze him. I wanted to keep him fresh. You never know when you'll want to remember your first rapist.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / 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. 
