We were many in Lausanne, in the sanatorium. When one began to suffocate, we all followed, shaking the silence until dawn. Otherwise, easy sentences, is the blanket fine, sir, is the air too cold? \'Till they brought her in, all alive. Then music, dancing, I startedgiving bribes for cigars and cognac, the moontwinkling in the sky. She's gone, we're left behind, God, cunning murderer, why her, her young chest, the nights with gloomy looks? Why us? Badly patched dolls, then filled with warm blood. We were dead and you woke us to kill us fully.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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. 
