On the way home, I stopped to take another look at the windows. There was a mannequin in one, with which I flirted in my mind, what if I met a man like him. I looked for his likeness in dating from Find a partner ads, on the street. There was nobody like him. The years have passed, and so have I. The shop window is now a gambling advertisement and my way home seems lonely and monotonous with a longing to die. And it was meant to be. At a street corner I was attacked by 30 roses which stuck their stabbing thorns into me. And I breathed my last, between kisses.  

(Translated by Iuliana Mocanu / 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 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.

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