My feet are on fire. I don't need this place. I can't understand why I am here. My thighs are getting hot. I've been a decent woman my whole life, I've only done good to those around me, I've never stolen anything, not even an apple from my neighbour's orchard, I've never cheated, I've never coveted. The fire is slowly burning me. The flame is biting my right breast. I start screaming. I wake up from this nightmare. My lover was passionately kissing my breast. I told him to leave right away unless he would want to witness hell. My man was to be home at 9 o'clock.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / 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. 
