He was drenched in his own mess. He couldn't move. She was sleeping in the armchair. He cried for her. Nothing came out. And yet, an awful dread made him cough up a bestial sound. She woke up and got closer. Take it easy. Talk to me with your eyes as I'm cleaning you. I understand you. No, no one else came. Since the CVA 4 years ago, it's only been us. He gazed at her tired expression. I'll recover. When you'll be all right. She kissed him lightly as a feather. I won't leave you alone, you fool. I love you. I'll give up my mistress, he told himself when he woke up.
(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. 
