His neck had transformed into a vise because of so many lies. An amalgam of saliva and truth struggled to pass through the trachea and find the way to the light, but he articulated sweetly white words. Cotton candy for innocent ears. He was like the emperor's daughter: neither on horseback, nor on foot, neither dressed nor undressed. He asked a lot. He received what he asked. Two house, two lives. Fidgeting between them, the mirror reminded him, hideously, that he has only one soul.
(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
