He made me choose. He explained to me what I would get. I chose red, because I liked it and because he promised me I would see the truth. And I did. All the masks I'd been collecting for a lifetime fell away. All the illusions woven thought by thought. I looked at my face in the mirror. Changed by grief, by unwept tears, by silent screams. I broke the mirror and ran to look for him where I knew I'd find him. He was there, waiting for me with that little blue something in his open palm. He knew I'd be back.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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. 
