Some raise butterflies their entire lives. I'm raising my worms. My worms. I want my worms to eat me. After I die, I want to know that I fell into the jaws of familiar worms. That is why, every night, I go and visit my worm farm, of flesh-eating ones, not of silk ones, but the cadaver ones. Of course, I am convinced that my left-at-the-border pygmy face and my belly fat will bless at least three generations of these kinds of crawlies. Of course, if I don't end up in some communal hole, thrown away like some rotten tooth.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
