Like a mad spirit he gazed at the pile of passing loves hidden under the king-size bed. His presence was disturbing her peace. He remembered how, as a child, he had been abandoned when he should have been cradled and began to bang his headagainst the wall that had been built between him and his peers. Acquaintances, strangers, each bearing a hole in their soul that he had dug out. The bigger the hole, the gentler the darkness settled between him and the world. A sticky darkness. Like a mange that he tried to escape, but it ate at him fiercely. Amor Vincit Omnia. Bullshit.
(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / 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. 
