Since his cat had died, he had moved into its box. It wasn't really a Schrödinger box, but a secluded mountain cabin. He didn't leave the house during the day, Nelu, the village mute, bought him everything on the list. Sometimes he wrote, and at night he painted. He tried to capture memories and emotions in words and colours. In the light of the lightning, the thought cut by the saw of the fir trees could not find a place: and her death? So he wrote on the last page: maybe that's the problem of every man who is alone, no one knows if he's alive or dead. Neither does he.
(Translated by Bianca-Maria Marinescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 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. 
