What's missing? he asked himself, looking around. You're perfect, he whispered, tracing his shape with his finger, two eyes, two hands, two legs, a brilliant mind, a heart, he pushed him with his finger. I don't understand, he shook it angrily, come on, breath, talk to me. With a scream, he took his first breath and the old man grinned. Ah, I know, he pulled gloriously the last rib, there was something extra. How should we call her? he held her in the air and admired her, as she dripped blood over both of them. Pain, said the man, gripping his chest. Too long, complained the old man. Hello, Eva.

(Translated by Ioana Busuioc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 October 2022, the group has 9,400 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 almost daily. 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.

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