I did exactly that. I put my conscience aside, I told him one or two sweet nothings as firmly as I could and, when he was still frozen in awe, I hit him three times. In a few seconds he was lying face down on the ground, with a hand twisted behind his back and my foot on his neck. That hell of a big fat guy couldn't budge. He was gasping when I called 112. But they did not come. I yanked his hand from behind with a short but powerful movement and I felt his arm breaking at the elbow. He didn't seem to feel pain. He was a pain himself.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
