HE knew he had shoved too many skeletons in his closet. The light of the word was eating away at Him. The closet was getting overcrowded. So he started to shove them under the bed too.The bones gradually piled up. The bones started to crust over. Bark into cartilages, cartilages into muscles, musclesinto tendons, tendons became wrapped in skin.Oh, that much too congealed flesh has morphed into a new being.Into another HIM, who was now stalking him from under the edge of the bedpost. He waited for the moment when he would have to drag Him down, taking his place.
(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. 
