I never knew whether I had truly done it, but that's what they say. I can't remember that night, but they say I was lucid. What I do know, however, is how she, before she left, battered me and buried me alive at the foundation of our house - love, this is the place where you will comb my hair and where we will be celebrating Christmas, us and our unborn sons - and on top of that she placed the bed in which we made love, tearing at our innocence, like devils, and then she placed mortuary wreaths on top of me - all the trees of unlived Christmases. After a while I got out and went to look for her.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. Daria Protopopescu / 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. 
