I lie down on the couch and prop my feet on the wall. The smell of coffee on the little table makes me inhale deeply. How cool it is to look at the white clouds, in the morning, through the enormous window. Their run, their conversion into butterflies, dragons, faces, hearts. This cashmere blouse hugs me warmly, comfily. You were expecting me to be depressed, to rip my heart out and stain the carpet with blood. To call you, to ask for you, to implore you, to burn for you. The silence in two was an executioner, the silence of today is a blessing. Look how beautifully I grow.
(Translated by Tania Diniță / 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. 
