Dear wife, I think I am going. Where, husband? I am flying out, up. You told me that same thing for 60 years and you're still suffocating me. And I'm also sicker than you, so you'll have to wait more. I am going for a walk. Take the trash out too, don't leave empty handed. After an hour, she got worried. She got out in the garden. He was sitting on a bench. What are you doing? Did you forget about your home? He didn't answer. She got closer, touched his mouth. She caressed him and the coldness shook her. You kept your promise. And you didn't take out the trash. She raised her hand and let out a scream.
(Translated by Maria Cătălina Moisescu / 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. 
