There comes a day when you wish it would be night, something like New Year's Eve. I was waiting to see how it would come knowing that the parents together with a divorced aunt were going to a party in a club, and I would be home, shining under the fireworks. And he came, we danced and we kissed, and I bled. And he left. At dawn when my parents happily returned while still a little drunk, my aunt embraced me in the hug of her own regrets, then she snuggled in my bed whispering in a drunk voice, how good it is to sleep next to a maiden. I froze. Did she just mock me?
(Translated by Mara-Sabina Rolea / 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
