She had lived thinking of revenge. Had waited. The flames in the fireplace flickered across her pale skin like cobras dancing lustfully in a practice of phallic cult worship. He looked at her like at a Greek statue frozen in its own naked beauty. She knew what was coming. She worshipped his Adonis' body and loved him for his delicate gestures and hot caresses. Who are you? he asked her, kissing her lightly on an earlobe. No one. The stranger. And then she pulled the trigger.
(Translated by Luciana-Maria Buruiană / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
